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Somewhere With You

Part 4 of How Long

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

FIND Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 HERE!!

description: sleeping with your exes brother is one thing, but envisioning a whole life with him? that's a dangerous game. but you did it. now you're here, and tommy is fucking pissed.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! fear of being caught by sarah?, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING, dirty talk, overstimulation, titty fucking (yw caly), light violence, tommy is literally evil.

author's note: jesus christ i'm so glad I am finally here with this. I feel like finishing this is my greatest success in life lmao. I will probably continue this series but this is the last part for a while. I appreciate everyone's love on it and I can't wait to get more stuff out to y'all!

“Are we going to have a celebration when we get home?”

Joel laughs, “Yeah, we can. What did you wanna do?”

You just listen to Sarah list off all the possible ways to celebrate winning the tournament. The movies, going to the mall for new jeans, going to the local ice cream parlor every night of the week. Joel shakes his head at that one as he turns the truck onto the highway. You have your knees up to your chest, the zip up Joel let you borrow hanging off your shoulders. You had complained about how cold you were all weekend, so Joel shut you up by tossing you his zip up. You haven’t taken it off since. 

The sun was setting over the horizon, drawing the Sunday to a close. You had to work in the morning and you were dreading concluding the weekend you spent with Joel and Sarah. 

Everything with them seems natural. It felt like family. 

You did not want to face tomorrow, especially when there was no set plans as to when you would be hanging out with them again. 

Luckily, Sarah has not mentioned much of anything about what she saw early Saturday morning, so there was no awkward tension. The only time it came up was when you all were tired from Saturday’s events and you arrived back to the hotel room.

“You two sleeping together tonight, too?” She asked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She wasn’t even trying to be rude or demeaning, she just wanted to know if she could fall asleep in one of the beds without being stirred. 

“Yeah, you can have that bed hun.” Joel answered. 

Sitting on those horribly uncomfortable bleachers and cheering Sarah on had taken a lot out of you, so you were ready to throw yourself into the plush mattress, too. 

You watched Sarah throw herself onto of the comforter, sinking into the pillows face first. It makes you giggle while you grab your pajamas to change. 

Joel nudges you while you dig through your duffle, “No funny business tonight, ma’am.” 

You shake your head, his comment making your stomach turn upside down with nerves. You smack his chest with the back of your hand, “No duh, asshole.”

Sarah puts her headphones on, drowning out Joel’s humming to an old country song. You just stare ahead, watching him speed pass car after car. His truck revs every time he does it which makes you clench your knees a bit tighter. 

“In a rush, dear?”

The nickname makes his heart race.

He taps his fingers, trying to act like that nickname doesn’t drive him insane. “Want to make sure to get you home so you can be rested up for work in the morning.”

“That’s mighty sweet of you, but take your time. I’m in no rush.”

He eases off the gas a bit, taking your advice. 

“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?” 

It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.

“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her. 

It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table. 

“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”

You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.

“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”

He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”

“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”

He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.

“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”

“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again. 

Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”

He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat. 

-

Sarah was dead asleep in the backseat, so you both decided to get all the stuff from the back inside before nudging her awake. You quietly shut the door, grabbing Joel’s one bag from the driveway and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You follow close behind him as he unlocks the front door and places Sarah’s stuff on the staircase. 

The idea of having to leave made you want to scream. You didn’t feel like driving home and laying lonely in your own bed. You didn’t want to resume your boring life at work. You just wanted him. 

This weekend made you realize that you really couldn’t live without him. You’re not only comfortable around him, but he’s exciting. He cracks jokes and compliments you when you don’t expect it. Those couple of months without him were still months he was plaguing your mind, even though he wasn’t physically around you. 

You snap out of your thoughts quickly. You start watching Joel’s muscles restrict over his gray t-shirt and it’s enough to send you to your knees. You didn’t even realize how crazy he was driving you. His messy curls that were trapped under a hat most of the weekend are finally loose and curling up his neck. And the way his jeans hugged his ass while he walked away from you? You didn’t know how long to could refrain from telling him you needed him, right this second. 

“I may call out tomorrow. Too tired to sit on my computer all day and run reports,” You say while he wonders back to you from his bedroom down the hall. You’re hoping it leads to an offer.  

He nods, tossing his keys on the entry table next to you,“Yeah, I am off tomorrow. Have to get this house in order and make sure Sarah actually wakes up for school in the morning.”

No offer. Maybe you could propose it?

“Maybe I could just spend the night.”

The air is thick instantly with tension. You can hear the hitch in his throat. Once you say it, you realize how desperate you must sound. But you want to be able to lay next to him again. You want and need him. 

“If that’s what you wanna do, sweetheart. I don’t mind none. Love havin’ you here.”

He grabs your waist lazily, pulling you into his chest. The connection sends chills down your arms. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to you to think I’m being needy.”

He doesn’t even hesitate, he just bows his head to capture your lips with his, giving you a slow sensual kiss. You move your hands up to his neck, pulling him down further into you, eager to be close to him. 

When he realizes that’s where it’s going, he pulls up for air. 

“Lemme go get the last couple bags and get Sarah inside.”

As he says that, the door flings open behind you. A sleepy Sarah blinks at both of you, shaking her head instantly when she sees her Dad’s arms wrapped around you. You push back, flinging yourself backwards and away from Joel. 

“Can you lovebirds do that somewhere else,” She groans, while rubbing her eyes, “Don’t need another sibling created right in front of m-”

“Sarah Jane!”

-

You smile when Joel drops onto his mattress with a huff. 

“So…” You drift off, crawling onto Joel’s lap, “You come here often?”

He chuckles, his hands beginning to trail your waist.

“Come here quite often, actually,” He jokes, his hands resting right under your shirt and on your hips. “How about you?”

You hum, “Not really. Maybe a couple times. Would love to come around, more though.”

“That so?”

You lean down, using your fingers to pull back his brown locks and pivot his head upward. You kiss him gingerly, smiling at his small groan.

You pull away, “I’d love to come to your bed every night, Joel Miller.”

The guttural moan he makes sends a rush to your core. He grabs the nape of your neck and brings you back down to his lips. He takes control of your movements, switching positions by gently laying you back. He leans over your body, his lips carrying the weight of his emotion. You’re scrambling though, tugging at his shirt, trying to rid it off his body. He pulls away to throw it off his body, motioning you to do the same. Soon, you two are completely naked.

“I never get sick of this view,” He rasps, his eyes raking your body. 

You smirk, “Back atcha, babe.”

He positions himself on top of you, his lips lingering on your neck and collarbones. 

Joel’s kisses are always intentional. It’s like he knows every pressure point on your body. His lips are always wet and supple, dragging across your soft skin. 

When his mouth reaches the skin around your breast, you start to arch up for more contact. He grabs your stomach, pushing it softly down onto the bed. 

“Patience, baby,” He mumbles, kissing the same area on the other breast. You jerk up again, absentmindedly.

“Can’t help it,” You whine, trying not to sound so desperate. 

He clicks his tongue, “You can and you will.”

His lips wrap around your nipple and you just watch with hooded lids. His eyes are closed, so focus on teasing every inch of your body. You can feel the slick pool between your legs at the sight. 

“Joel, please.”

He releases the pink nub, “What, baby? Use those words.”

“I want you all over, Joel.”

“Yeah? Where? Here?” 

He grabs your breast roughly, making you mewl. 

You finally gesture down. Your hand slides between your legs, dragging up and down your own slit. You gather as much slick as you can, bringing it up to Joel’s surprised expression. 

“I see…” He brings your fingers up to his lips. You gape at his next actions, amazed that he’s so filthy. He takes your two fingers and licks them like a popsicle. You audible sigh as he sucks on your fingers like a man starved. 

“You goin’ to be extra good for me?” He asks when your digits escape his mouth. 

“Always am.”

Your voice is shaky when you say it. It makes Joel smirk. He loves when you sound ruined.

“Love hearing those words come out of your pretty little mouth.”

He crawls down your body, peppering kisses from your stomach down to your thighs. You watch him closely as he props your thighs over his shoulders. He does not waste time, diving straight into your divine center. You try to refrain from screaming his name, knowing Sarah may not be asleep yet. You clap your hand over your mouth while he licks your sensitive clit. He lays his tongue flat, pressing into you as he shakes his head back and forth. When he does that, you yelp into your palm. 

“Mmm, baby girl wants to be loud so bad,” He chuckles darkly, using his fingers to spread your lips, “You wanna be loud for me huh?”

“Yes, please, God,” You pant, “Need you in me, Joel.”

“Yeah? Lets stretch you out a bit,” He doesn’t even give any warning when he sinks his fingers inside your pussy. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready, baby girl. Want you to cum before I stick this cock in ya.”

You swallow, letting him take the lead like usual. You liked it this way, when he ravishes you with his abilities and you get to cum several times. You never had sex like this in your life, especially consistently. 

His fingers curl inside you, pumping in and out. You can hear how wet you are, the wetness sequelching against Joel’s fingers. Your pussy is graced with his tongue again while he fucks you with his digits. It’s like it’s pulled out of you. The orgasm sends white hot flashes to your vision. You know you’re saying something, but it’s no word in the English language. 

When you come back down from euphoria, Joel’s ontop of you again. He’s kissing your cheeks, mumbling something about how beautiful you are when you cum. 

“Joel, please,” Your hands grab onto his biceps, “Want you inside me.”

His cock drags along your navel, as he situates himself between your legs. 

“Yeah? Always so eager,” He grabs his cock with his free hand, “Wanna try something a little different?”

Your stomach drops, “Like what?”

He toys with your nipple with his pointer and thumb, “Always wanted to fuck these.”

You smirk at the thought, your stomach finally at ease.

“You want to fuck my titties, Joel?”

“If you’ll let me,” He squeezes your boob gently, “Think these things are perfect. Want my cock right between them.”

You nod, “Fuck ‘em then, baby.”

He pulls you up, practically shoving you on the ground beside his bed. He wasn’t being aggressive, just guiding you to follow his lead. You sit on your knees, watching up at him as he pumps his cock over you. You use both hands to push your tits together. He grins as he touches the head of his cock to your hard nipples. 

“So good for me,” He groans, slipping his cock between your cleavage, “Obeyin’ me and doin’ everythin’ I want. My fuckin’ dream girl.”

He starts to fuck your squeezed together tits as you stare up at him with a completely spent expression. You dribble some spit down between the break in your breast to lube up the area. Your pupils are blown and you feel the wetness of you slit soaking the skin of your legs. You can tell by the look on Joel’s face that he could cum at the sight of you. 

But he stops and instead, grabs your bicep and tosses you back on the bed. You watch him crawl up between your legs, his face untamed and filled with anticipation. 

“Need to cum in that pussy,” He pumps it a couple times before slipping in between your pussy lips, “Do you need me to put on a condom or anything? I don’t have to fuck you raw every time.”

You bite your lip, “I like feeling every part of you, Joel. I promise.”

“Mmm,” He hums, sinking his cock head inside you, “Love to hear that, baby.”

You circle your hips, practically fiening for him to sink all the way into you. He takes the hint, plunging into you with one snap. Once he’s finally sheathed in you, you groan out which only instigates him. He draws out and back in, his pace painstakingly slow. You grip onto his forearms, digging your nails into them. Maybe he will take the hint that you need it faster. 

But, no.

“Words, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”

You choke out the words, “Faster. Harder.”

He kisses your lips, shushing you as his tempo picks up. He wants to feel the vibrations of your moans. He knows if you’re too loud there may be listening ears, so kissing you will hush the sounds of pleasure. He sits up and repositions, grabbing the back of both of your legs, practically folding you in half. You smirk in delight, watching his furrowed expression focus on your body’s reactions. 

“This pussy is mine,” He huffs, watching himself plow into you, “All fuckin’ mine. Ya know that?”

“Yes,” You manage to peep out, “It’s yours, Joel.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He spreads your legs, opening you up nice and wide. His thumb finds your responsive clit, circling it with the momentum of his hips, “Cum for me, baby. Soak this fuckin’ cock.”

Your body reacts in the way he finds so satisfying. Your hips lift up as the climax takes over, your whole body shaking at the ecstasy he brings you. He doesn’t let up, chasing his own bliss. You are so overstimulated, you are just gasping for air. He starts to falter, his pace slowing as he coats your insides with his cum. 

You start to chuckle when his body practically collapses onto you. His sweaty curls stick to your perspiring cheek. You find yourself kissing his temple, practically thanking him for fucking you so good every time.

He stands up, his half-hard dick slipping out of you pain-stakingly slow. You whimper at the feeling, still a mess from your orgasm. 

“God, you are perfect,” He mumbles, his hand slipping down your bare thigh, “Could fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”

You are still awestruck by the interaction, you don’t even know you’re saying it, “Why don’t you?”

He smiles while he helps you sit up, “I will. Now let’s get you all showered and ready for bed, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

-

Luckily for you, your body naturally wakes up at 5:30AM. You creep out of the bedroom, making sure not to stir Joel awake. You find the house phone and call your boss, letting her know you were “sick” and needed to use a sick day. She just mumbled a “whatever” and you hung up, heading back to the warmth of Joel’s bed. 

Joel wakes up as soon as you crawl back into bed, but he knew he had to get up and make sure Sarah got ready and off to school, anway. He cuddles you for a bit, watching you nod back off to sleep. He let you sleep in while he cleaned up the house a bit. He tries his best not to much too much noise, not wanting to rattle you awake. 

You did wake back up when you heard the vacuum. You pull yourself together, putting your hair up into a bun as you stumble out of the bedroom. Joel stands in the living room, not even aware you’re behind him. He jumps when he notices you in the threshold, turning off the vacuum. 

“Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty,” He laughs as he wraps up the vacuum cord. 

“Mornin’ handsome.”

You watch him roll the machine back into the hall closet before taking note to how nice and clean the house looked. 

“Looks good in here,” You mumble, noting how every surface looks dusted, “It’s missing one thing. You have a vase?”

He silently nods, looking at you confused.

“Go fill it with water, I’ll be back.”

You walk towards the front door, swinging it open as you begin tip toeing to Joel’s side garden. He had started it with Sarah years ago, and for the most part, it was completely overgrown. Some flowers still bloom in the Texas sun, so you pick the prettiest from the dirt. Once you have a bundle, you practically jog inside to show Joel your bouquet. 

“Hmm,” He smirks, “Didn’t think we needed flowers.”

“Well, you do.”

He shows you the vase on the coffee table, letting you take on the responsibility to make it pretty. He watches you carefully, your tired eyes trained on the task. 

You were his dream girl, truly.

Once you’re satisfied with your arrangement, you make a grand gesture. 

“Beautiful, baby,” He beams, wrapping his arms around your waist. He drops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap. 

“Who me or the flowers?” You joke.

“Both.”

You give him a lazy kiss, smirking into it. 

This part of life with Joel is so domestic and perfect. You two could create this little world and live in it forever. He appreciated your silly antics, knowing how neglected this side of you must have been with Tommy. He didn’t care about the small gestures like Joel did. 

It was so reassuring being with Joel. He praised you like you had never been before. 

As you pull away from his lips, you hear a door slam outside. Before you could even react, the front door swings open into the house. You sit on Joel’s lap, turned away from the front door, completely dumbfounded.

“What is going on here?”

His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s. 

When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before. 

Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”

But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you. 

“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”

He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal chords. 

“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”

Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he doesn’t creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you’re not one hundred percent positive. 

“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?” 

His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes. 

Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”

“Answer the fuckin’ question!”

You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he’d go insane. 

You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You didn’t want him to realize how shaky your voice was. 

Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him. You stand in the corner of the living room, your body practically wedged between a lamp and the couch. You want to become one of the dustbunnies on the floor boards, not wanting to be apart of this situation.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“

Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a milimeter. Joel doesn’t even hesitate when he says the next words. 

“Not your girl.”

You truly cannot believe the words coming out of Joel’s mouth. You knew what he was insinuating and it brought chills up your back. Tommy’s movements completely halt and he stands there in a stunned silence. Joel’s jaw is slack, his eyes trained down at Tommy. It’s a stand-off. 

Tommy crooks his head to the side, like he’s stretching it. “You want to pull that shit now, Joel? I knew you wanted my sloppy seconds the moment you told me she was at your house that night.”

Being referred as “sloppy seconds” makes your blood boil. It’s so dehumanizing. 

“Stop talking about her like that,” Joel warns, his voice a whole octave lower. 

“No,” Tommy growls, his gaze finally falling on you again, “You’re a whore. Just like your stupid sister.”

You swallow hard. It’s finally your moment to shine. The burst of adrenaline chorusing through your veins finally propels you forward, pushing Joel out of your way. 

“You’re the town whore, Tommy Miller. You fucked your way around Austin and then came home to me every night,” You are shaking. Luckily, your voice isn’t wavering, “You lie. You cheat. You are a decietiful little shit. And I’m so glad you are because if you hadn’t slept with my sister and told me, I would have never realized how terrible you were to me all these years. I wasted so much time on babying you.”

The vein in his forehead is bulging and it makes you smile a bit. 

“If I could go back in time, I would’ve saved my fucking tears and ran the other direction.”

He has the audacity to giggle, “Instead you ran right into Joel’s arms.”

You don’t hesitate, “You never gave a damn about me, he actually did. I should’ve taken the hint the moment he brought me flowers for my graduation, and you showed up with a flask.”

“You graduated college! Big fuckin’ deal! Get over yourself!”

Now you’re laughing. 

“Bite me, Tommy,” You reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling him into you. It makes Joel super nervous how close he is to you. He knows Tommy’s temper and how easily he will snap. He doesn’t know the next words about to come out of your mouth. 

“You cheated on me, you fucking loser. I told you then we were done that night, did I not? What I did after that point is not your business. I’m not yours anymore. And your brother, he treats me real good. Way better than you ever did. He can actually last, unlike you,” You smack your lips together, “He can fuck me better than you, that’s for sure.”

Joel’s eyes widen at the words. Tommy looks completely dazed, but as soon as the last line leaves your mouth, he pushes you backward, right into Joel. You squeak at the contact, your brain registering that he actually put his hands on you. Joel quickly grabs you from tripping over him, and places you behind him quickly. Tommy reaches out for you, but Joel stops him meer inches from your face. 

“Fuck you!”

Tommy tries to throw his hand at Joel’s head next but it’s quickly stopped by Joel’s forearm. Instead of Tommy continuing the fight with you two, he takes it out on the new flowers and vase you just put out on Joel’s coffee table. He uses all his force, grabbing the vase and launching it towards the wall. The glasses shatters, water splashes on the wall, and pieces of flowers litter the floor. 

The action sends Joel pushing Tommy backward and against the wall. You want to yell out for them to stop, but all that comes out his Joel’s name. 

When he pins Tommy to the wall, he finally turns to you. 

“Don’t.”

It’s the only word you can say. You’re shaking, your eyes welling with tears. Joel knows you don’t want to see him demolish Tommy with his fists, so he thinks quick. He grabs Tommy’s collar, dragging him out the front door. 

You follow far behind, not sure what Joel’s gameplan is. 

Tommy is yelling, telling Joel to unhand him. Joel just tightens his grip. 

“Coming into my house, talking to my girl like that. Fuckin’ disrespectful little shit.”

“Fuck you, Joel,” Tommy yells, his voice probably waking the neighbors. Joel launches Tommy’s body into the front yard, right near the flower bed. You watch from the doorway, wanting to keep your distance from the confrontation. 

“Remember when you had temper tantrums when Momma told you no as a boy? Nothings changed. You’re an immature little brat.”

Joel reaches down into the flower bed, grabbing the hose. Tommy is still on the ground, scrambling to get up. Joel does something so unexpected, it makes you yelp. He starts soaking Tommy with the hose. 

“Yeah, like the girl said before,” He aims towards Tommy’s face, “bite me.”

Tommy starts to spit up water, jumping up and away from the stream of water. Instead of tackling Joel like you anticipate, he just shakingly wipes his hair out of his eyes. 

“You two are sick. Fuckin’ sick. And everyone will know about this.”

It makes your heart sink to your stomach. You don’t really care if anyone knows anymore. You knew this was going to be the worst part, but its the way he makes it sound like a threat. 

“I bet they will, I just don’t give a damn.”

Joel sprays him while he stands up, making Tommy groan and yell out in annoyance. Joel just smiles, sickly. 

Tommy storms off to his truck, dripping wet from the shower Joel just gave him on his front lawn. Joel tosses the hose back into the garden, satisfied with his work. You two stand there, watching Tommy do a burn out and speed off down the road. You breathe out loud, your hands finding your face. Joel glances between his neighbour’s houses, ensuring there is no one outside watching the events unfold. He did not care if they did watch, but he knew you would probably care. 

He grabs ahold of your shoulders, guiding you back inside the house. Your eyes instantly fall on all the shattered glass and flowers as you walk inside. Joel ignores it and brings you into the kitchen. 

Your mind is racing. You knew every word you said to Tommy was right deep down. But the girl you were, she wouldn’t have instigated his rage. She would’ve sat there and took every word he said to heart and believed them. 

But the girl you are now, that girl is completely ruthless. You are petty. You are harsh. You are angry. 

You kind of scared yourself. 

“Joel-”

“No baby,” he mutters, “You better not say what I think you’re gonna say.”

“Joel, we can’t d-”

“We can. Because fuck Tommy. Fuck everyone,” He grabs your hips, letting his hands settle softly on your curves, “I want you. I want you so bad. I am not lettin’ you get away. Tommy can tell everyone in the fuckin’ world about us, and I won’t fuckin’ care. What he says doesn’t reflect you. You did nothin’ wrong. Okay?”

You swallow. You know he’s right, but you’re so scared of all this fallout. You don’t want it to scare you away from Joel, but it’s nervewracking to wait around and anticipate all of the chaos that will follow this incident. You did not want to tear apart a family. It’s the same feeling you had the morning after you first slept with Joel.

You’re scared to have him because of what it means for him. It means weird holidays and weird stares at grocery stores. It means you will be known as his brother’s ex girlfriend never just his girl. 

You don’t realize it, but you’re staring past Joel. He tilts your head towards him, making your eyes connect. 

“I love you, okay?”

His words make your heart flutter with relief. Maybe that’s what you needed. You needed him to finally say those words. Because those words were hanging in the back of your mind, simmering, waiting to be said.

“I love you, too, Joel.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

I no longer do taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

[xoxo-teddybear]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

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Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

[harrysweasleys]

a day in the life // f.w

request: Hi Alexaaaa So someone brought up this idea on my blog and i wanna request it id thats alright with you. So like imagine Fred having an auror wife and stuff and him being v protective and not wanting her to go on this dangerous mission but she goes anyway but gets really badly injured and poor freddie is worried sick. I love comfort fics i cannot lie and i hope u like this request thank you

warnings: mentions of explosions, injury, blood, and food

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey guys! i hope you all had a wonderful week and that everyone is safe! the new year is right around the corner, can you believe it? where did the time go?? anyways, this was such a fun request and i loved writing it so much, so i hope you all enjoy! xx

“For the last bloody time, Freddie, it’s going to be fine,” you groaned, your head tossing backwards as you repeated the words to your husband for what felt like the thousandth time.

He crossed his arms, “I know you can handle yourself, but please. Please, for me, be careful. Don’t let anyone get the jump on you.”

A small smile made its way onto your lips and you placed your hands on his shoulders, “I always return, don’t I?”

“Yes,” he grumbled. You knew he hated it when you went off on dangerous missions — how couldn’t he? You were his wife. It was practically an oath of his to protect you. A vow. There was no way he’d let you run into the jaws of death without giving you a rough time beforehand. He always had something to say about it.

And he often did just that. He’d go on and on about how you could get hurt, how something could go terribly wrong and he could be left by himself. How you needed to see things from his point of view. You’d then spend the morning comforting him and convincing him you’d be fine, but at the end of the day, he’d always give you a bone crushing hug, muttering “glad you’re home safe” as he did so.

“I’ll be home in time for dinner, yeah?” you asked, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a light kiss on his nose. He scrunched up his face as you did so. You could tell he was trying to act upset at your leaving, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. Especially when, in his thinking, it could be the last time he sees you.

“Fine,” his lips stuck out in a small pout, one of his hands reaching up to run through your hair, “Stay safe, love.”

You brought your hand to his, lifting it to your lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Love you. See you soon. I’ll be fine.”

He then tossed your hand to the side — gently, of course — and brought your lips to his. His hand was cupped under your chin, fingers causing a slight ticklish feeling as they delicately moved against your skin. But the feeling went practically unnoticed as you lost yourself in his kiss. His kiss that often rendered you breathless and weak in the knees.

You could feel his love and protectiveness in the gesture and it almost made you want to call in sick so you could stay curled up in bed with him, ignoring the world’s problems and acting as you two were the only people on the planet.

But, sadly, that couldn’t happen.

So you gingerly pulled away, already missing his warm lips against yours, and muttered a quiet “I’ll be fine,” once again before beginning to button your jacket.

It was going to be a long day.

Hours later and you were, in fact, not fine.

The mission had gone horribly wrong, leaving you with a heavily bandaged left arm, a throbbing head, and a group of St Mungo’s best Healers giving you countless antidotes and potions to prevent bleeding and further damage. You had only really been in for about an hour, but the swelling in the left side of your body had gone down heavily.

The pain was still rather horrendous, but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Especially not with the current levels of exhaustion floating through your body. You felt as if any second now, you could completely pass out and stay asleep for the next seven years. And you wouldn’t even complain.

Pain really did take a toll on one’s body.

What was even more draining, though, was the fact that your Healer told you you’d have to stay the night. You trusted the staff at St Mungo’s with your life — it wasn’t exactly the first time you’ve been treated here, to be honest — but the room you were staying in was incredibly chilly and the food here was never as good as at home.

Plus, here, you didn’t have Fred’s body curled up next to you.

Fred.

He had gotten the message an hour ago that you were here and he said he’d close up shop early to come see you. They said he sounded rather when they sent someone to deliver the message, but you knew he’d barge in through those doors with wide eyes and panic written across every inch of his face. He was never one to really hide away from his worry, but you had seen him silent on a few occasions. Usually when he was in shock.

You felt awful. Both physically and emotionally. Fred had every right to be paranoid about you leaving the house; this wasn’t your first injury. And yet, you spent every morning persuading him to let you go. Fast forward to today, where you were currently bandaged in an uncomfortable bed at St Mungo’s. Not an ideal ending to your day, to be honest. And not an ideal piece of news for Fred to receive.

“Your husband is here, should we let him in?” one of the healers came to your side, checking under the bandage on your hand before nudging her head in the direction of the hallway.

A small groan left your throat, “Of course.”

She walked towards the door to the room and opened it, Fred’s frantic face finding its way to your bedside as quickly as possible. You could see the paleness of his skin, making his usually fiery hair stand out even more. His sweater was badly buttoned, and you were pretty sure the scarf he was wearing was on backwards.

If the situation was any different to the way it was right now, you’d probably have a good chuckle.

His hands immediately found yours, giving small, gentle squeezes as if he would break you if he put any more pressure, “Love, are you okay? What happened? Are you badly hurt?”

You let out a sigh with a small smile, “Freddie, I’m fine. It’s just some minor bumps and bruises. I got caught in the middle of an explosive curse, it’s fine.”

He pulled his hands away from yours and sat on the small metal chair next to the bed, pulling it as close to you as he could, his eyes scanning every inch of you as if he were doing his own evaluation, “It’s fine?! I was worried out of my bloody mind, woman. Can you imagine the panic when some bloke comes to tell me my wife’s at Mungo’s? Bloody thought you were dying.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully before reaching your hand out to grab his, toying with the wedding band on his left hand, “I just have to stay here for the night. I’ll be home first thing tomorrow.”

“You have to stay?” his bottom lip stuck out, the childish pout on his face adding to the guilt fluttering in your chest.

You sat up slightly, trying to limit the weight on your bad arm, “I’m sorry, love. It’s for precaution. I don’t want to leave and make things worse. But, I promise, as soon as I’m discharged, we are heading home and doing nothing all day, yeah?”

“Well, I’ll stay here with you tonight ,” he puffed out his chest slightly as if he was a superhero, causing a bubble of laughter to erupt from your chest. Maybe it was just the exhaustion from your day, bud Fred’s sense of humour really never failed to get to you. Even at the worst of times.

Your eyes began to droop, but you gave his hand a squeeze, letting him know that even though you were fading, you were still listening and conscious. The last thing you wanted, now that he was here, was to leave him alone in the cold room. Cold, both in temperature and in atmosphere.

“You look tired, love,” his voice was soft, gentle. Loving. All the things you wanted to hear right now. If you were honest, you were worried he was going to be furious. Not at you, per say, but at what happened. So the fact that he was being caring and sweet meant more to you than you could begin to express.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand, “Tired? Me? Never.”

His laugh was quiet but you could hear it loud and clear, “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you get up.”

You didn’t want to sleep, to be honest. You wanted to sit up and talk to him. To let him know you were sorry and just what went wrong today. You knew he’d listen, and would most likely panic a bit more when you told him the details — but he’d be comforting. And that was kind of what you needed right now.

But, alas, your body had other ideas, and before you knew it, you were sound asleep.

“I can handle it myself,” you groaned, both hands gripped tightly on the jar of jelly, twisting with all of your might and still, somehow, not getting the lid to pop off.

Fred stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his arms crossed and a small smirk on his lips, “Alright, I’ll just watch from here.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, turning back to the jar and focusing all of your strength into opening it. Which wasn’t saying much, to be fair. You hardly had your strength back, and your body was still as sore as ever. You should probably give the jar to Fred, but your inner stubbornness told you to do it yourself. You couldn’t improve if everyone did everything for you.

“You’re sure?” his voice was laced with amusement as he held back a laugh, watching as your cheeks turned red from the amount of force you put into opening this jelly jar. You were surprised it hadn’t broken, but then again, were you even applying that much force?

“I’m fine!” you grumbled, using your sleeve to prevent the skin on your hand from getting irritated, your palm already bright pink from excessive use.

But it seemed to be no use. Your toast will have gone cold by now, and your breakfast just wouldn’t taste the same.

“Fine, here,” you mumbled, sticking your arm out and pushing the small jar into Fred’s chest, your bottom lick stuck out in a pout that could rival your husbands, “I hate feeling useless.”

He popped the lid of the jar as if it were nothing before handing it back to you, “I know, love. But you’re not useless. Your body just needs time to recuperate, yeah? Can’t go pushing your limits or you’ll just end up back in St Mungo’s, and I reckon you don’t want that.”

“I don’t want that,” you replied, beginning to spread the contents of the jar onto your now-cold toast, “I’m just bored. I miss work. I stay home alone all the time.”

His arms slithered around your waist, giving you a light squeeze as he rested his head atop yours, “Georgie’s taking over the shop today so I can stay here with you. We can do whatever you want.” His warmth spread through your body.

You had to admit, that did lift your spirits a little bit. The whole day at home with your husband? That sounded like quite the treat.

“Really?” you turned to face him, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but he took a step back so you could actually look up at him, “The whole day?”

“Course,” he grinned, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Gotta take care of my girl.”

The day hadn’t been overly eventful; a few cuddles on the couch, a few cuddles in the bed, listening to music, sitting next to Fred and watching telly as he organized paperwork for the shop. Just a few small things. But being with him for the whole day, it really did make you feel a million times better than you had all week.

Maybe that was his plan. To use his very presence as a way to cheer you up. Whether he did it knowingly or not, it did the trick. And now, the aches and pains in your body seemed to dissolve as he ran his hands up and down your arms, the two of you curled up in bed and ready for another night’s sleep.

“Thanks for spending the day with me,” your shot him a smile, but highly doubted that he’d see it in the dark, “I already feel loads better.”

“Of course you do,” his voice sounded cocky even though you couldn’t quite make out his face, “I make anyone feel better. I’m a real treat.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, I adore your humbleness. That’s why I married you.”

One of his hands slid around your waist and pulled you closer to him, body flushed against his. He was still gentle as if not to hurt you, “Not the only reason you married me, love.”

“Right, I also married you for George. I don’t know what I’d do without that chap in my life,” you teased, one of your hands finding it’s way into Fred’s hair, twirling at the strands that were starting to get long. Not as long as when you were in school together, but long enough that it covered his ears and often made you tuck a few strands behind his ear.

“You wound me,” he tried to pull away, but you held onto him enough that he couldn’t. Your strength was starting to come back, which was a massive improvement.

“I’m actually the wounded one,” you rebutted, your face finding it’s usual spot in the crook of his neck, his warmth encasing you like one of his hugs.

His arms wrapped around you, “You can’t be wounded anymore! I gave you so much love. That should have healed you.”

You giggled, placing a light kiss as the nape between his neck and shoulder, “Silly me. Your love has healed me, that’s very true.”

Fred might have had a certain reputation while the two of you were in school. But now, with your marriage only getting better by the day, you couldn’t help but see him as just one thing. As Fred. Your husband, your lover, and the man who would throw himself into a fire if it meant saving your life.

You lucked out more than you can even begin to express, and you would continue to be so for the remainder of your days.

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[creepytoes88]

The first time you see Vinnie’s penis.

More fluffy and funny then usual but daddy kink as always lol

Vinnie and I have been seeing each other for awhile it's been 3 months since we started dating. I told him I wanted to take things slow so we just told are friends last week, we're not planning on going public anytime soon. However, when I said I wanted to take things slow I didn't mean this. Fucking. Slow. We have yet to do more then open-mouth kissing. I know Vinnie wants to go further he grabs my body so tight when we kiss I can feel him stiffen and then he pulls away. I wanna tell him I want to go further but I'm too nervous I haven't even spent the night at his house yet. However, My best friend told me that enough was enough and I need to put my big girl pants on and ask Vinnie to spend the night at my house. She then proceeded to tell me I need to grow up and suck his dick and stop being a little bitch.

This may sound unfair because we all go at are own pace but honestly, she's not wrong Vinnie is my first boyfriend so I'm just scared to fuck up and embarrass myself I haven't told him that I just figured he can tell. I very obviously didn't know how to kiss, I was so stiff and awkward the first time, Vinnie had to place my hands that we're stuck to my sides on his waist making my hands and knees shake with anxiety. Vinnie never complained or teased me about it and after a few minutes I got the hang of it and stopped being so nervous. I suppose I kiss alright now Vinnie never complains but he never complains about anything sometimes it bothers me. I just wanna know what he's thinking and feeling. I take a deep breath and pull up his contract I press facetime hoping it's not bad time. ”Hey pretty girl” I giggle at him ”Vinnie, do you wanna spend the night at my house tonight?” I ask. I know if I waited any longer I would Chicken out ”I-ye- yea I would love too!” Vinnie says shocked ”um do you want me to come over now?” I look around my apartment and decided to clean up a bit and shower.

”Actually can you come over about 7 or 8 I wanna shower and make dinner?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen to pull out some Hamburger to become room temp. ”Yea of course do you want me to get anything or bring anything? He asked me ”no I'm good, so I'll see you later then.” ”Yes see you then haha,” Vinnie says awkwardly ”alright bye baby” I hang up and tidy up the living room and my bedroom before hopping in the shower. I put on cute lingerie just in case before putting on a big t-shirt and shorts. I walk downstairs and turn on some music then I head into the kitchen and start cooking the tocos I'm making for dinner.

I'm almost down with the tocos when I hear a knock on the door I whip my hands with a towel as I walk to the door. I look out of the peephole to see it's Vinnie and Immediately open the door giving him a hug and a quick kiss. ”mmm did you miss me or something?” Vinnie says with a chuckle kissing me again

”Yea I'm excited for our sleepover! Come on the tocos are done!” I grab his hand as pull him into the kitchen with I hand Vinnie a plate and grab my own both of us filling them with tocos sitting down and eating watching some anime Vinnie likes. When we're done I grab are dishes, and walk the kitchen Vinnie following close behind ”Let me do that, you cooked dinner” I kiss him lightly standing on my tippy toes ”no I got it I'm just gonna put them in the dishwasher you can get ready for bed or take a shower if want I'll be up there soon.”

After I put the dishes up I turn off the lights and double-check the door to make sure its locked up. I then head upstairs and I see my bathroom door closed and no Vinnie so I lay in the bed and think about how I'm gonna bring up in conversation that I wanna speed things up a little. I'm spaced out in my own little world I didn't even hear Vinnie get out of the shower

”baby I didn't bring pajamas but if you want I can put my sweats back on?” Vinnie asks as he towel drys his hair my eyes glued to his skin-tight black boxers, His happy trail and v lines making my mind numb to everything around me. ”I guess it's not a problem then huh” Vinnie says snapping me out of my dirty thoughts I feel a blush bloom on my face. ”Its ok baby, look all you want it's all yours” Vinnie says as puts his towel back in the bathroom. That sentence went straight to my core I would never admit it, but what he said made me feel encouraged me to do what I did next.

I hurry and take off my shirt and shorts before sitting back on the bed Vinnie steps out of the bathroom and looks at my half-naked body in my skimpy dark purple lingering and just walks around the bed before sitting down so are looking at opposite sides of the room. I let out a puff in frustration he didn't even look embarrassed to see me like this, maybe he doesn't think I'm pretty my bottom lip quivers but I refused to cry. I stand up as I fast walk to my drawers grabbing pajamas and running to the bathroom I pull off my expensive lingerie I bought just for tonight and toss on an old sweatshirt and leggings tossing my perfectly curled hair into a messy bun I bend over picking up my undergarments. Stepping out of the bathroom I see Vinnie sitting in the bed he then looks up but I look away before throwing my new underwear in the garage next to the door silently as I turn off the lights I hear Vinnie gasp.

”Baby-” Vinnie starts to say ”just go to sleep Vinnie.” I say coldly as I turn my back to him and close my eyes ”I- Baby I'm sorr-” Vinnie tries again to speak ”stop Vinnie I get it, it's over with and it won't happen again just go to bed.” I say with attitude ”what do you get exactly? because I feel like I'm just on the page you were on a few seconds ago and now you're on a whole other page.” I sniff and look at him ”You don't think I'm attractive it's fine just honestly I wish you would ha-” I mumbled, ”WHAT! WHO SAID THAT!” I jumped at the raise in his tone ”DON'T YELL AT ME!” I sit up and yell back ”You said it yourself when you came out of the bathroom to find me in skimpy ass underwear and just ignored me and sat looking away from me.” I say angrily as tears start to fall from frustration.

”NO I THINK YOUR THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMAN I HAVE SEEN-I-I-I” he stops and takes a deep breath ”baby I didn't want to make you uncomfortable you said you wanted things to go slow and I was amazed you asked me to sleepover tonight I didn't want to risk you being uncomfortable if I mentioned how sexy you looked in case that's just what you like to sleep in” Vinne looks down and sighs ” I know how fucking dumb that was now looking back... I'm sorry baby” he grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back and turn towards him kissing him on the lips ”all is forgotten, love,” I say as I rub his cheek lovingly ”If you're still down for it..... I would love to see you in it up close and personal...only if you want too yo-” Vinnie starts to ramble. ”Give me one second to change” I then grab them out of the trash and run to the bathroom putting them back on pulling my hair out of the bun it's still pretty curly.

I walk out and see the lights are back on and Vinnie’s sitting on the side of the bed that is closer to the bathroom. He looks up and locks eyes with me before slowly dragging his eyes down my body ”Can you turn for me pretty?” I blush and I slowly turn doing a full 360 ”Oh shit baby your perfect” Vinnie moans out standing

Up as he takes my hand pulling me a little closer ”Do you want to take it off?” I ask with a sudden burst of confidence. ”I-I yea... Am-am...ya know-” I interpret him ” Yes please touch me, Vinnie.” I moan slightly as he pulls my bra off before I turn around and bend over so Vinnie will get a good view of my ass and pull my underwear down my legs before stepping out of them and slowly walking the short distance to the bed with Vinnie.

He reaches his hand out to me, before turning me twirling me in a circle twice ”God baby you're so fucking sexy” I grab his face and kiss his lips ”touch me please” I whimper out

”anything you want baby girl just say the word and it's done I don't want you to feel like that ever again, you're the most beautiful girl in the world.” Vinnie says as he pulls my hips towards him pulling me on his lap my clothed core resting on top of his semi-hard dick I blush as I grab ahold of his shoulders balancing myself on his lap. ”First you need to tell me something” Vinnie says ”is this your first time with..... Yea know anything” I giggle

”everything is a first for me” I answer honestly

”I'm not dense I know what a penis looks like I just have never done anything before, I've never had a boyfriend so everything is new and I mean everything” I laugh and blush.

Vinnie takes a deep breath pulling me into a hug ”have you ever touched yourself before” I suck in a breath too late now for personal questions ”um... No” I confessed face bright red at this point. ”Don’t be embarrassed baby I'll teach you” I groan as I throw my head into Vinnie's neck but as I did I grinded into his lap making us both moan. Vinnie crashes his lips against mine grabbing my hips and making me grind against his hard dick, his mouth biting and licking at my bottom lip, I wanna kiss Vinnie like that I bet his lips are soft I take a leap of faith and nibble on his bottom lip this time. Vinnie lets out a groan bucking his hips against my grinding core I have never felt this feeling in my tummy it's kinda distracting I feel Vinnie lick my teeth I open my mouth for him and his warm tongue caressing mine in a warm embrace. My hips snap against his growing bulge the pressure in my tummy starting to feel really good as I let out a small moan gripping Vinnie’s shoulder as our tongues slid in each others mouths.

He tastes like mint and cherry chapstick making me release more moans as I run my hands through his hair tugging and grinding at the same time ”Oh Vinnie we have to stop somethings wrong with my stomach-" Vinnie just moans and kisses my neck grabbing my hips making me grind even harder against him ”Vinnie what are you doing-” Vinnie bucks and grinds against my core ”Gonna make you cum baby” I can feel my stomach drop this is

”but-” I let out a loud moan ”Vinnie- stop-OP UGH DON'T STOP PLEASE VINNIE!” my hips stuttering against his ”that's right baby... Let it out” Vinnie says as he rubs my ass in between his hands. ”OOOOH VINNIE” I feel my soul leave my body as I go limp against him I can feel my arousal on his boxers.

I feel Vinnie lay me down on the bed rubbing my thighs as he kisses my quivering stomach

”gosh vinnie... That was-Vinnie what are you do-” I let out a loud moan as vinnie sucks Hickeys on my inner thighs as he rubs my clit in circles softly ”do you trust me Princess?” I sigh and try to control my breathing. ”Yes Vin I trust yo-U AGH... Please touch me” Vinnie leans his head down blowing cool air on my area ”can I taste you baby” my eyes fly open ”can you what?” I look down at him with a questioning gaze. Vinnie just chuckle before licking a thick stripe slowly up from my dripping hole to my sensitive clit making me released profanity

”AGH VINNIE FUCK..MORE” I thrust my hips on his face as he swirls his tongue around my clit before dipping it inside of me. His mouth makes slurping sounds as whines and moans come out of mine.

I grab his head pushing him down so I am humping his face I feel the vibrations from him groans ”VINNIE ITS HAPPENING AGAIN.” I warn him ”let it out baby I wanna taste your sweetness all over my tongue baby.” I grab fists full of his hair as I moan and grind against his tongue driving me crazy. ”DADDY YESSSS FUCK!” I moan out as I release my hold on his soft hair his tongue still slurping up my wetness. Vinnie pulls away as he licks his lips breathing heavily ”you taste so good baby you think I could have another taste?” he says as his head tilts looking at me ”yes but I want to taste you first.” I say as I eye his large cock in his boxers begging to be released ”you might have to help a little.” I drop to my knees in front of Vinnie ”Oh baby you don't have to do that I-” I look up at him with a pouty face ”I want to.” I say with my bottom lip hanging out out

”Don’t you want me to make you feel good daddy?” I bat my long lashes up at him ”I wanna taste you sooo bad daddy” I bite my lip as I trace the band on his boxers ”I- ok baby what ever you want” Vinnie says with a moan.

I lean in close to him as I pull down his tight boxers I see something flash by at the same time as I feel something hit me on the tip of my nose making me jump back and gasp. Vinnie lets out a loud laugh and a blush spreads across his face ” I guess I should have told you to back up a bit huh” Vinnie says with a nervous laugh my eyes wide as i’m face level with the biggest dick I have ever seen IN MY LIFE. ”Holy shit Vinnie it's-it’s HUGE!” I move my head to the side to see it better, the width and length of his cock kind of scared me honestly ”Vinnie..... I don't think it's gonna fit....anywhere.” His red mushroom tip leaking pre-cum, I trail my eyes along the Vain in his cock leading my eyes to his massive balls.

( I hate myself 😁) ”you don't have to if you don't want to baby-” I tear my eyes from his beautiful cock to look into his own eyes ”Oh I want to...it just might take a second.” I lick my lips before licking his big angry tip he tastes kinda good ”mmm daddy you taste so good” I kitten lick his tip while I grab a hole of his thick base rubbing my thumb over his balls. I giggle to myself ”W-What baby?” Vinnie asks as he runs his hands through his hair ”your balls are soft... I was kinda expecting then to be hard”

I say with a laugh Vinnie chuckles down at me ”you really don’t ha-” before he could finish his sentence I take his cock as far into my mouth as I could licking and sucking not really knowing what to do I just sit there sucking on his cock. ”Oh fuck baby move” I pull back confused as Vinnie whines at the loss of contact ”move what?” Vinnie throws his head back moaning ”Jesus you really have no clue what your doing do you?” I shake my head no as I look up at him ”you just want to move your head back and forth-”my eyes widening ”like your fucking my mouth!” I say excited and grab ahold of his hips and look up so we are looking into the eyes of each other ”fuck my mouth baby show me how you like it.” My mouth watering at the thought of his taste making my mouth fall open as my hands hold on tight to his hips

”fuck baby are you sure” ”yes daddy please I wanna taste you.” I whine as my mouth falls open again immediately his hot tip is pushed in my mouth. Vinnie takes a deep breath as he slowly pushes back into my throat I moan slightly as his taste floods my mouth latches around his thick cock. I moan and rub his thighs, laughing to myself at his harry legs, His cock hits the back of my throat making me open my eyes he's only a quarter of the way covered by my mouth I push against him making is tip go further down my throat I choke a little bit keep pushing ”Oh fuck baby th-that feels so good” he runs his hand through my hair about half of his cock is in my mouth. Now it's a challenge to fit the whole thing in my mouth I know I can do it so I push further down his cock looking up at him for help. ”fuck baby are you sure?” I nod my head as I breathe heavily through my nose Vinnie grabs my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushes my head down slowly I can feel his cock go deeper down my throat making be moan around him.

”Baby I won't last long if you keep doing that your throat is so tight.” Vinnie moans out before pushing the rest down my throat I choke around him making him moan I pull my head back so I could get a breath through my nose before taking him back into my mouth I began sucking and licking his base best I could with his cock down my throat. ”fuck baby just like that” Vinnie groans out I play with his balls in one hand as I pull back to catch a breath I lean forward to suck on his balls making him throw his head back and grab onto the wall behind me. ”I’m not gonna la-last long pretty” Vinnie moans out ”cum down my throat with your pretty cock daddy” I put his cock back in my mouth sucking as I move my head back and forth before putting him down my throat again I feel his tip twitch ”Baby I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” Vinnie thrust his hips against my face his balls slapped my spit-covered chin I feel his warm cum flood down my throat, swallowing all of it.

”mmm daddy you taste so good” I stand up and hug Vinnie as he leans into me making me laugh ”come on handsome let's go to bed.” I lay Vinnie down before covering him with the blanket and kissing his lips ”I'm the one that's supposed to be taking care of you.” Vinnie says with a pouty face making me laugh ”gonna brush my teeth real quick baby” when I get back Vinnie is barely awake waiting for me ”I was gonna go to sleep but I want kisses and cuddles.” Vinnie says with a yawn I walk over to him and get in bed giving him a big kiss before turning so his naked chest against my naked back we fall asleep to the sound of each others breathing.

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⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 6.3k

warnings: none

authors note: HERE IT IS!! A whopping 6k chapter can you believe this lol :’) I plan on making the chapters this long, so that means it’ll take a little longer for me to write,,, But enjoy this guys!

Y/N was laying on her bed, twirling the bottle of pills that captivated her interest. Sitting up, she slowly opened the cap and took a pill out. She examined it, liking how the yellow and green color meshed together. The pills didn't look like anything special, just your basic average pill.

Her conversation with doc was a bit unnerving though to say the least. The doctor was acting a bit off if you asked her.                                      ______________________

Y/N looked at Receen with uncertainty painting her face. What was the meaning of this? Was it really possible for her if she took these pills? He wouldn't try to kill her? They've known each other for almost two years, so he wouldn't try anything.

Right?

"C'mon Y/N, you trust me right? You can see your family again, just take them!" Doctor Receen urged the girl with an enthusiastic smile. Though the look in his eyes seemed a bit desperate for her to take them. Weird.

"Say, Doc, I don't wanna sound ungrateful or anything, but-" she was cut off by a soft laugh. It sounded more forced.

"Y/N, there's nothing to worry about! You had professionals work and conduct these small things! Here! Just take them and think about it!" Receen tossed the bottle to Y/N, who barely caught it with both hands. "I'll have someone bring in some fresh clothes just in case you do want to try these things out.”

And just like that he was out the door.                                     ______________________

Y/N scratched the back of her neck as she put the pill back in the bottle, wondering why the doctor was pushy with her taking them. Her eyes wandered around the room until they landed on the new pile of clothes sitting on the edge of her bed. A kind lady bought it a short while ago, giving her a small smile before leaving.

Though, Y/N decided she'd play a game before calling her parents to tell them the wonderful news. It still felt odd for her to just get pills for her sickness right then and there. Even if it wasn’t a permanent solution. She wasn't even informed about the making of her medicine, despite what Receen had told her. All that she knew was that they were trying to keep her alive. Turning on her console and taking her controller, she glanced at the bottle. She didn't close it of course, wanting to see that they were actually real. 

Putting on her headphones, she put on Fortnite and waited for other players to join. She really hated this game, but it was hilarious to see people rage. Seeing someone join, she tried to talk to them, but got no response. Briefly closing her eyes for a few seconds, she snapped them open after hearing a familiar gruff voice. King Explosion Murder!

"We better win this or I'll look for all of you and kill you." That was literally the first thing the dude said as the game began. Y/N let out an awkward chuckle, a sweat drop appearing on her forehead. This'll be interesting. She cleared her throat, slightly catching the attention of ‘Explosion Murder'.

"Hey! Do you remember me? We played together a few nights ago, with this other guy called Tape Dispenser on OverWatch!" Y/N decided to take a friendly approach, trying not to blow a fuse with this guy. I do not wanna be on this guy's bad side again. Silence filled the air, making Y/N feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Who the fuck are you?" Said girl nearly choked on her spit as she doubled over. She began shooting at random people as the game began, taking them down and moving with her small team. She once again felt her eyebrow twitch.

"What do you mean 'who are you?' Y/N asked, lowering her voice to mimic Murder's voice. She made her character shoot a person in front of her. Headshot!

"I have no idea who the hell you are, so shut the hell up!" Murder's voice rang through her ear as she winced at the volume. So loud! Her other teammate was shot down and killed, making Y/N sigh.

"You sure dude? I'm the one who almost won the game, but like, died at the very end?" Y/N didn't even know why she was even trying to talk to this guy. She just felt like she wanted to know him better. Or her. Could be a girl with a really deep voice? Murder was quiet before a growl like grunt was heard.

"So you're the damn girl who did that." Murder's voice was low and Y/N didn't know whether or not to feel scared for herself. "Haha! Yeah, that was me." She awkwardly laughed, not sure if he was going to blow a fuse because of that.

Murder was quiet, with the exception of his breathing being heard through her headphones. Y/N just came to the conclusion that Murder was, in fact, a dude. She didn't want to believe that a girl had that deep of a voice. It was possible, she thought, though she couldn't picture a female with that voice. She'd die if she did. The thought made her stifle a laugh.

"The fuck you laughing about?!" Y/N looked at his kill counts and her eyes widened. 7 already?! Goddamn! She looked at her own and only saw three. "Well aren't you curious now?" Murder let out a huff, as if he were trying to contain his inner rage. "I was asking for a goddamn reason." 

Y/N swore she could feel his irritation through the screen. The two met up and began to continue to go to the middle of the map. 6 kills. Cool! She once again looked at Murder's kills and felt her confidence deflate once again. Way to make me depressed dude. As she was shooting a player, Y/N looked at the kill feed and almost spit everywhere.

"MOTHER FUCKING FUCKER!" This dude exploded, and by the noise, she assumed he threw his chair. This dude! Suddenly, an idea came in her, oh so beautiful, head. "Yo yo yo, bro! I gotta deal!" This caught Murder's attention as he let out an aggressive 'What.’ She smiled wide as she continued to play the game, knocking down and killing another player. 

"I carry the team and win, you accept my friend request!" 

"What if you don't win, huh?" That's what Y/N was scared of. She let out a defeated sigh and surrendered. "I'll give you the most rare skin I own." There was silence as she took some damage from another player. 

"Which is what?" She swallowed and opened her mouth. "It's the skin that was only given to 5 players from the event last year." 

"Deal." He said it so fast that Y/N was actually scared to give him it. But she always kept her word. Looking to see how much other players were left, she felt her heart speed up. Why am I freaking doing this?! The girl continued to focus on the game at hand and began skillfully killing the other players. She got hit a few times, but never went down. When it was finally one player left, besides herself, she began to be cautious. At last, she took down the final player and yelled out in joy!

"Oh yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about baby! Sweet sweet victory!" Y/N cheered while throwing her hands up in the air and slightly jumping on her bed. She had no idea why she was even this excited to win. Maybe it's cuz I like him. Y/N stopped mid cheer, before she burst out with laughter as she wondered why she even thought that. She doesn't even know the guy!

"Well, looks like you're gonna have to accept me!" Murder let out a couple of grumbles and snide comments as he accepted her request that she sent. "It was only fucking luck. Don't get too cocky."

Y/N gave a toothy smile that he couldn't see and giggled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." The small girl looked at the time and decided this was enough for the day. "Well Mr. Explody, I gotta go! It was cool playing with you!" 

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Get off now, you're starting to piss me off." Y/N laughed at his sour attitude and decided to fuel the flame some more.

"Y'know, you should work on your gaming. You suck." The girl quickly got off the game and turned off her console, but not without hearing him yell at her. The smile never left her face as she fell on her back and looked at the ceiling. Gosh, he's so weird. She continued to replay their interactions before turning her head and looking at the phone. She sighed and sat up. 

All her happy feelings went down the drain. Something just didn't feel right with the medicine the doctor gave her. Whatever. It's probably because I always thought I'd be cooped up in this room for the rest of my life. Y/N blinked and walked to the phone and dialed her parents number. She stood anxious, hearing the phone ring and her hands trembling with excitement? Fear? Who knows.

"Hello? Y/N? How are you!" Her mom's cheery voice sounded through the phone and once again, the girl smiled. "Hi Mommy! I'm fine, perfectly fine actually. What about you?" She decided to keep things smooth and simple. The laughter of her mother brought Y/N back to reality.

"Oh Y/N! No need to be so formal! I'm your mother, no need to act like that!" Y/N let out a chuckle and brushed her hair away from her face. "Yeah, sorry Mommy." 

"And to answer your question, I am doing amazing!" She let out a hum, letting her mother know she heard. "Well, I have some kind of big and important news. So basically, Doctor Receen made some kind of medicine. For my, y'know, 'sickness.' Crazy right?"

There was a small pause before the cheerful voice of her mother sounded in her ear. "I know! The Doctor had already told your father and I beforehand! I was so ecstatic, and I still am for you-"

"Wait, you already knew? And you didn't tell me?" Y/N’s voice was filled with confusion. Why didn’t mom tell me? Was she keeping it a secret? Did she try hiding it from me? Was she ever going to-

“Well I wanted it to be a surprise for you from the doctor!” Said the older woman happily, leaving Y/N to feel embarrassed. She let out a small ‘Oh’, and rubbed her neck. Why did she even think her mother wouldn’t tell her something so important? Shaking her head, Y/N continued.

“Well thank you! I’m still, uh, just still a little skeptical of the pills. I’m not sure if they are actually going to work…” The clear doubt was heard in the girl’s voice. Her mother furrowed her eyebrows.

“But sweetie! Of course they’re going to work! I would’ve thought you’d be more excited about this!” Glancing up to look at the bottle, Y/N could only let out a short ‘yeah.’ 

“So when will you be coming! Your dad and I agreed that we would pick you up after you took one of the pills, so you could come home for a while!” Her mother’s voice continued to rant off about what they were going to do when she came back home. While the voice continued, Y/N drifted off into her head.

How am I going to tell Denki this? Should I like, surprise him when he comes back from school? Hmm, I swear if he cries, I think I will too-

“Y/N! Y/N honey are you there?” Zooming back into reality, she let out a chuckle from her mother’s worried voice.

“Yeah mom, sorry. I was just thinking about some things.” M/N hummed in understanding. It grew quiet quick, but soon was filled with Y/N’s sweet voice. “I think I’ll take the pill on Friday mommy. You can come pick me up at around three. This gives you some time to prepare for everything, heh.”

Her mother let out loud cheers, happy that she will be able to see her daughter face to face again. It’s been so long since she had last seen Y/N, not being able to take it, seeing her child confined in a spacious room. 

The two talked for a short moment more until they decided to hang up. Placing down the phone, Y/N sighed. Dragging herself and the IV back to her bed, she sat in silence. Who knows how long she stayed in that position, all that she knows is that she was snapped out of her daze after a brief knock to her door. She hummed, loud enough for the person to hear. Opening the door, the woman walked in, boots squeaking against the clean floor. The short spray in the air filled the silence as the doctor walked over to Y/N’s IV bag.

Watching her check and adjust the fluid bag, Y/N’s big eyes snapped to the doctor’s face when she began speaking. “You’ve been moving a lot. The needle is off center from where it’s supposed to be.” 

As she said that, the girl felt a slight pinch on her arm and saw the doctor putting the needle back into its rightful place. Satisfied with the placement of the needle, she hummed in acceptance and patted Y/N’s arm with her gloved hand. Moving her arm around to get used to the feeling of it back inside her body, Y/N wondered when it had fallen out. Huh, I didn’t even notice. 

Feeling the need to fill the silence, Y/N spoke. “Well, today was an exciting day, haha. Received amazing news and had a wonderful conversation with my mom.” Y/N chuckled in false amusement, but the doctor could only narrow her eyes at the small girl. “Mm, you sound so excited, I could tell when I first walked in here.”

Now Y/N did laugh at that. Who knew the scary doctor lady could go along with her sarcasm! With now gleaming eyes, the excitement was now visible in her eyes. Now that she knew the doctor was ‘nice’, she definitely was going to have fun talking with this doctor. Seeing as she turned around and went to head towards the door, Y/N was quick to stop her. 

“Hey! What’s your name?” The doctor’s eyes widened in shock and turned fully to the girl who had now stood up.

“What do you mean ‘what’s your name?’ I’ve been one of your main doctors for two years!” The woman exclaimed in exasperation, unbelieving of the situation she was just put in. Y/N could only weakly shrug.

“Sorry about that! I just, uh, like was too nervous around you to remember your name?” As pathetic as the excuse was, she was telling the truth! I am so sorry Ms. Doctor! The older woman could only shake her head in amusement.

“My name is Doctor Shuzenji Kumiko, but call me Doctor Kumiko. Now you better remember that, this will be the last time I tell you my name.” Y/N nodded her head with such affirmation, Doctor Kumiko thought the child would accidentally hurt herself. And right now she did not need that happening. While she shook her head though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a strike of familiarity at her name. But what about it is familiar? Cranking every gear in her head, she failed to notice Doctor Kumiko looking around the room.

Doctor Kumiko was never able to get a proper look around the sick girl’s room, seeing as her mission was to go in, check if Y/N was ok, and then get out. Though she immediately noticed how empty her room was. Only one big bed, a flat screen tv perched on a small table, and the medical equipment were all that occupied the room. Though now that she started paying more attention, the room was a different color. Bland white walls were now full of a bright color, something not too dark, but not too eye bleeding. It was a nice appealing color that suited the girl standing in front of her. That’s when Doctor Kumiko’s eyes landed on the small table next to the grand bed. They slightly widened as they caught eyesight on the small bottle. 

“I can’t believe he gave them to her.” Kumiko hissed silently just as Y/N snapped her fingers. Staring at the doctor, she tilted her head. 

“Did you say something?”

“Huh? Oh no, it’s nothing! Just remembering something is all!” Doctor Kumiko rubbed her neck, putting the momentary problem in the back of her head for now. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, curiously looking at the doctor in front of her. Clearing her throat, the doctor shifted the focus off herself.

“So were you going to say something?” Slowly fiddling with her gloved hands, the Doctor could only sigh in relief as Y/N eyes popped open quickly.

“AH YES!” Y/N quickly wobbled to the doctor forgetting to take the IV that weighed her down with her. The doctor let out a small gasp, stepping behind the girl and rolling it next to Y/N who didn’t pay any attention to that.

“I finally recognize where I heard that last name from! And no, I didn’t just remember your name you supposedly told me before.” The lady’s sharp eyes rolled, letting her continue.

“RECOVERY GIRL HAS THE SAME SURNAME! ISN’T THAT INSANE?! I HONESTLY FIND THAT SO COOL! I wish I had the same name as a famous person, oooo like All Might’s name, or or even Endeavor’s!” Doctor Kumiko cringed at the sound of Endeavor’s name but paid no mind to that. Right now she had to deal with a hero fangirl. Just then Y/N abruptly stopped her rapid talking, moving closer to Doctor Kumiko’s face.

“Wait. Are you like-” Y/N looked around the room as if there was someone else watching them. When she was done, she leaned closer to the doctor’s protected head and whispered the following words. “Are you Recovery Girl’s daughter?” The woman could only sigh and stared into the girl’s shining eyes. When Y/N got no response she determined her answer by herself.

“Oh my gOSH!!! WAIT LIKE FOR REAL?! LIKE YOU’RE ACTUALLY HER DAUGHTER?? YOU LOOK A LITTLE YOUNG TO BE HER DAUGHTER BUT I’M NOT COMPLAINING! WOW THIS IS SO CRAZY, ALL THIS TIME YOU WALKED IN HERE AND I HAD NO IDEA WHO YOU ACTUALLY WERE!! I HAVE TO TELL DENKI HE’S GONNA FREAK OUT-” Doctor Kumiko bellowed a laugh so grand it had Y/N laughing along as well. After attempting to wipe away her tears soon realizing she couldn’t due to her helmet, she let out more bubbly laughs. 

“Aahhh, you’re pure gold!! I can see why Receen likes you!” She smiled brightly down towards Y/N who gave her a beaming grin of her own in return. “But yes! You’re right, though not entirely.” 

Y/N trying to keep up with Doctor Kumiko’s pace to her bed, they both sat down and got comfortable. “Since you basically found out my family tree, to answer your question fully, I am related to Recovery Girl. I’m not her daughter, but her granddaughter instead.” 

The small girl’s eyes widened in shock. No way. She actually met someone who’s related to one of the greatest heroes of all time. Don’t fight her on this, she knows what she’s talking about. As she stared at the doctor with such admiration, Kumiko could only give her a weak smile. She knew what the next question would be. Her answer would always leave people with disappointment. 

“Wait! Does that mean that you have a similar quirk to Recovery Girl? After two generations, wouldn’t your quirk be more evolved at this point? Or do you have a mixture of both your parents quirk, seeing as your mom could’ve inherited some of Recovery Girl’s quirk or something like that!” Doctor Kumiko only shook her head leaving Y/N confused.

“Then did you get a quirk similar to your dads?” Once again shaking her head no, Y/N was beyond confused. Until a thought passed through her head.

“Are you… are you quirkless?” Y/N didn’t really consider a descendant from a nationwide known hero to be quirkless. It’s possible, but very unlikely. After all, only 20 percent of people in the world aren’t born with quirks. Me included. Y/N’s eyebrow twitched at the truth of her thought train. Once again though, the doctor shook her head and went to explain to the young girl.

“I do have a quirk, so that’s not the problem. The problem lies in how efficient my quirk is.” Y/N listened intently, ready to store this useful information in her memory. Ohoho Denki is gonna be sooo jealous, heheh. “My quirk is actually quite weak compared to my grandmother.”

“My mother was born quirkless, meaning that when she had me, many doctors had thought I would be too. But instead, I got a similar quirk to my grandmother. Since my mother had direct DNA from her, part of that DNA was transferred to me, to her granddaughter. Everyone was ecstatic to learn I had gotten a quirk similar to my grandmother, some even thought my quirk would be even greater than hers.

“But alas, I was handed the remains of the quirk from my mother, so I only proved to have a much much weaker quirk compared to Recovery Girl.” Soaking up the information, Y/N looked to Doctor Kumiko. Despite sharing not so amazing information, she didn’t seem to be too bothered by sharing it. In fact, she looked perfectly fine!

“I’ve come to terms that my quirk will always be a weak one, but that doesn’t stop me from using it all. I help as best as I could, using my quirk to help young children when they scrape their knees, and just replenishing as much energy into those who need it the most. I think the biggest wound I’ve healed was a large burn! I was so proud of myself, but I was just so exhausted! So I mostly conserve energy when I need to.”

Y/N nodded, happy that the doctor was sharing so much with her. She didn’t care if it was ‘improper’ or something, she was just glad to be able to talk to someone who wasn’t Receen or Denki.

“You seem quite happy with what you do. How much people have you helped?” Y/N smiled happily at the doctor. “ I’ve helped so many people. And just with my quirk!” Sighing happily, Doctor Kumiko got up and headed towards the door. 

“Do you visit Recovery Girl often?” Y/N had a small favor she would like to ask the doctor, though she needed to make sure she was able to do it first. 

“Of course, she is my grandmother after all. She would spam call me if I hadn’t visited her in over a week.” Doctor Kumiko deadpanned at the thought of that, having experienced that before. Y/N giggled at the thought, phone constantly ringing for who knows how long!

“Makes me deliver her food too if she forgot it. That lady is too much work sometimes.” The doctor rubbed her head, a headache already rolling in at the thought of all the things her grandmother makes her do.

‘Well since you see and visit her~” Y/N smiled sweetly at the woman looking at her with suspicious eyes. “Then that means you have access to the U.A. building!” Now Kumiko was narrowing her eyes at the girl at this point.

“Yes, I’m also a helper at the school too. What cards are you playing right now Ms. L/N?” Said girl chuckled mischievously, quickly moving to grab a small note pad in the drawer of her small table. Ripping out a piece of paper and quickly scribbling words on it and folding it, she handed the paper to the doctor who stared at it in confusion.

“GREAT! I need you to deliver this to my cousin that goes to the school! Since you have access to the school, which I don’t know why you didn’t tell me sooner, this makes your little journey for me easier!” Sharp eyes flew from the paper in her hand to the young girl’s face, back to the paper. Sighing, she silently agreed.

“Thank you!!! Ok, so his name is Kaminari Denki and he’s a first year in the hero course! I don’t know which one, but he’s in one of them if he didn’t lie to me.” Chuckling, the doctor nodded and stood up from the bed. 

“Well I spent too much time in here. I think it’s been the most since the two years I’ve been checking up on you.” Walking to the door, she paused for a moment, turning around to look at the girl who had sat back down on her bed.

“I’ll be sure to get these to your cousin as soon as possible. Also, I’m sure you’ll be able to help so many people when you’re out of here. But please be careful with those pills. They’re very strong so consume them with caution." And with that, she left, door opening, closing, and the familiar sound of the air purifier turning on. 

Chatter filled the classroom in the early morning, the students excited for another day in U.A. Ever since the recent villain attack, many of them were still filled with fear, though their determination to grow stronger overshadowed any negative thoughts. The days passed by since then and many of the young heroes have made it their goal to be stronger than they were before.

Which leads us to a blonde boy with a black lightning streak in his hair, sitting nonchalantly in his chair. He listened to his rambling friend, the red head mentioning something about Crimson Riot, or something like that.

“And ever since then, I always followed his words! He’s my number one inspiration after all-” A grunt was heard next to him, the boys’ eyes turning to the ash blond boy sitting next to them.

“Yeah yeah, we heard this story already, why don’t you talk about something new?” His gruff voice didn’t knock down the red head’s bright mood though, only pushing him to talk more.

“Alright Bakubro, if that’s what you want!” The boy grinned, his sharp teeth on display for everyone to see. And even despite that, no one was very afraid of his appearance, seeing as his personality shone out like the sun outside. “So what did you guys do this weekend? I’ve been training for hours! Ever since U.S.J, I’ll admit, I was still shaken up!” 

At the mention of what happened at U.S.J, more people around them joined in on their conversation. “Tell me about it, my parents didn’t want me coming back because of that.”

A few murmured in agreement, everyone now talking about their experiences at home. “You don’t know how long it took me to convince my mom to not call the school. But if anything, I’m still surprised Midoriya is still here. He was at the core of all the attacks!” 

Said boy turns red at the mention of that. I mean, his mom was really really worried about him, so he couldn’t really say anything. Scratching the back of his neck, he could only let out a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, luckily All Might managed to come and save the day!” Excited chatter began to fill the room once again with everyone retelling each other how cool All Might was busting through the doors of U.S.J.. Ururaka jumped in as well, her voice filled with awe.

“Don’t forget how All Might even knew we were in trouble! If it weren’t for Iida speeding his way back to UA, who knows what could’ve happened!” Even more people agreed on that, some of the guys even patting the tall boy on the back. Clearing his throat, and trying to make the blush disappear off his face, Iida fixed his glasses and began talking.

“Well of course I did that, any sane person would have done it. After all it was the right thing to do, especially in our dire situation!”

“Ah there goes Iida humbling himself again!”

“Give yourself some credit dude!”

“It was still super cool how you managed to run that entire distance!”

Covering the raising blush on his face at the rapid compliments with his fist, he spoke once again, the others around him listening to his words. “It would have been more preferable if we were able to contact the school directly, help would’ve come much more quickly then.”

“Oh yeah! Too bad Kaminari couldn’t contact the school though, those villains really knew what they were doing!”

At the mention of his name, Kaminari faced Mina and gave a tight grin. “I didn’t even know that there were people who had quirks that can block out signals!” Some laughed, while others chuckled at the exasperation in the blonde boy's voice. An annoyed sigh cut through their laughter, everyone looking to the blonde spiky haired boy who interrupted their laughing fest. Just as he was about to speak, a knock was heard throughout the class, leaving the boy to grumble to himself as the door slid open.

A tall lady walked in, her straight posture already showing the students she meant business the moment they laid eyes on her. Her long, sleek black hair flowed behind her as she stepped more into the classroom, sharp eyes observing the kids in front of her. Immediately her eyes landed on a boy with narrowed red eyes, noticing he was giving her the stink eye.

Inwardly rolling her eyes at the boy's attitude, she went back to looking at the small crowd in front of her. “Hello, my name is Dr. Kumiko and-”

She was so rudely cut off by a very short boy who stood in front of her, the purple balls on her head making Kumiko furrow her eyebrows. “Are you our substitute? Wow you are gorgeous, has anyone told you that?”

As the boy continued talking, Dr Kumiko could only try and step around him in order to avoid his beady gaze. Cringing slightly, she turned her attention back to the class and watched as they curiously gazed at her. Clearing her throat sharply and loudly, that effectively shut the small boy up.

“First of all, no I am not your substitute, though I am aware you aren’t even getting one. Second of all, before you interrupted me, I was going to say I have a delivery for someone. The other hero class said I would most likely find him in here, since he was not one of their classmates.”

With that being said, murmurs erupted between students, all of them wondering what this delivery could be, that such a beautiful woman was sent to give it to one of the boys. 

Looking down at the piece of paper that was folded into an envelope, Doctor Kumiko’s eyes furrowed a little more as she tried remembering the name Y/N gave her. Uh, something like Kamayama? Kamayari? Kama- oh whatever! Straightening up, she decided that she wouldn’t attempt to damage her pride and decided to read what was written on the paper instead.

“Is there anyone who recognizes the phrase ‘electrifying baby, electrifying’? A choked cough sounded throughout the now quiet room, everyone’s eyes trailing to the blonde with a black streak in his hair. Doctor Kumiko wondered if he had dyed his hair like that.

“Uhm I recognize it?” Kaminari was too nervous to even consider how this random lady even knew him and his cousins inside joke. It became a joke when Kaminari had accidentally used his quirk when he got angry at a game both of them were playing. He went into his dumb mode and that was the first thing he said just to show Y/N he was alive. He’s still embarrassed to this day because of his slip up.

“Here you go, I was told to hand this letter to you. I’m sure you know who it is though.” Giving the teenage boy a smirk, the doctor walked closer to him, placing the piece of paper in his palms.

“Alright, since that’s all I needed to do, I’ll head off now. Don’t you give any trouble to your teacher when he arrives.” With a stern voice, Kumiko exited the classroom, sliding the door shut and leaving the students in a stunned silence.

Looking down at the smooth, neatly folded paper in his hands, Kaminari goes to open it with furrowed eyebrows, only to have it snatched from his secured hands.

“Whose this from?! A secret girlfriend we didn’t know about?!!” Inspecting the letter, Mineta’s fingers itched to open the letter himself. No way could Kaminari have a girlfriend! There were better options out there, like him for example! Cue eye roll.

“What?! No of course not dude! Just gimme the letter-” Reaching down to take back the paper, a pink hand stopped him from getting it. 

“Kaminari! There’s no need to be shy about it! You know we wouldn’t judge you, no matter how you managed to get a girl to agree to go out with you!” Mina turned around to Hagakure and Tsuyu, the pink girl’s eyes shimmering with delight!

“Wow, do you think this could be one of those romantic letters couples send to each other!” Giggling, Mina and Hagakure began to try and unravel the paper, only to be stopped by another hand delicately taking the paper away. 

“Yah! I was going to open that!” Turning around, the pink haired girl faced Aoyama, who looked at the letter with slight curious eyes.

“Did you know Paris is actually known as the city of love? I like to say I’m an expert in that station!” A deafening silence rolled throughout the class, Mina and Mineta deadpanning at what the purple eyed boy said. Quickly jumping towards him, both the students wrestled Aoyama for the letter, making a ruckus around them.

“Hey why are you- Just give me the piece of paper, it’s mine!” Soon joining their hustling, Kaminari rushed to try and retrieve the letter from who he knew was his cousin. Why do they go touching things that aren’t theirs!, Kaminari thought.

Soon, the now wrinkled paper flew away from their little cluster, floating all the way to another students desk. That student's desk being Bakugou’s. Staring hard at the paper that laid on his desk, he drew his hand near it to pick it up. Kaminari began to grow even more worried.

“H-hey Bakugou, uh could you give me my letter?” Kaminari suppressed the urge to shiver as he made eye contact with Bakugou’s piercing red eyes. His gaze then shifted to the small wisps of smoke that began appearing in the hand Bakugou clutched the letter in.

“You idiots are really screaming at each other. Because of a paper?” Adding more to his irritation and annoyance, more smoke began appearing around his hand. Now he was angry at their stupidity.

“C’mon Bakubro, don’t be like that! Just give Kaminari his letter.” Kirishima tried coaxing the angry blonde, but that only seemed to irritate him even more. Planning on just setting the damn paper on fire so his classmates would shut up about the stupid love letter, he clutched it even harder in his hand. Only to have it ripped away from him by something sticky. Glaring at the short black haired boy, Sero quickly yanked the fragile paper towards himself. 

Right now, Kaminari was panicking outwardly, rushing towards Sero to cradle the now ruined letter. His annoyance shot up quickly, sending clear glares to the four who wouldn’t give him his letter. Mina, Mineta and Aoyama looked away with guilt painting their faces, while Bakugou growled at Sero. Growled.

“Ugh look at what you guys did I- '' Taking a deep breath in, he allowed himself to cool down. They were just too curious, he told himself. Walking back to his seat, with Sero following him, he sat down and put the delicate paper on his desk. The once smooth paper was now crumbled and burnt around the edges. Resisting the urge to rub his eyes, he turned to Sero once again.

“Thanks bro.”

“No problem.” Their exchange was short, yet Sero knew Kaminari’s words were genuine. 

“Sorry about your letter Kaminari, I was just too excited thinking about you having a girlfriend.” Mina awkwardly chuckled, Mineta and Aoyama following in suit with quiet ‘yeah’s’. Giving them a small smile, he waved them off.

“I guess it’s fine. I got excited too. But I don’t have a girlfriend, this letter is from my cousin.” Nodding, she still let out a meek sorry, embarrassed that she got the whole story wrong. Mineta and his words, ugh.

Looking back to Bakugou, said boy could only let out a grunt and look away from Kaminari. Snorting, he turned his attention to the letter and began carefully unfolding the folds that had formed an envelope shape. Kaminari let a smile grace his face. She used to like making origamis. I could never have the patience to fold these kinds of stuff.

After finally opening every fold with utmost delicacy, he squinted his eyes to read what Y/N had written for him. It was hard reading due to some of the paper being burnt and blackened. He managed to read what she wrote though.

Surprise on Friday :)

Kaminari didn’t even have a second to even dwell on what that could mean, jumping slightly in his chair when he heard the door to the classroom slam open. Golden eyes widening, he quickly stuffed the paper into his bag and watched as Aizawa entered the classroom. Those who were standing quickly rushed to their seats to avoid getting called out by the fully casted and bandaged man.

Listening to his teacher’s muffled voice, he reminded himself to ask Y/N what she meant later when he got home. It was very vague, but Kaminari didn’t dwell on the fact too long. After all, he had a full and exhausting day of school ahead of him!

[btssaysstudy]

Rebound Pt. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Taehyung (V) x reader  Genre: Angst  Warning: Swearing, cheating mentioned  Synopsis: After encouraging your best friend, Taehyung, (also crush) to tryout for the volleyball team, he had gained attention and you started getting closer to one of his teammates. When Taehyung gets himself into a relationship, you found yourself growing attached to Jungkook. However, when Taehyung’s relationship turns sour, he turns to you to fill the void - something Jungkook strongly opposed to. Word count: 6.4k

PT.1

Thank you for reading it and requesting for a pt.2, it means a lot and I hope you like this:))

The next morning, you woke up realising that you went to sleep without changing out of your clothes and washing off your makeup. You rushed to the mirror to see that your makeup was gone.

“I used your makeup wipes last night. I didn’t want to change your clothes because… Well you know.” Jungkook awkwardly explained, avoiding your gaze. You smiled at him, “Thanks Kook.” You noticed that your sleeping bag had ben sprawled out on the floor, realising that Jungkook had probably slept on the cold wooden floor with no pillow.

“Shit, you should’ve taken one of my pillows Kook. I’m sorry you had to sleep on the floor. You could’ve left me once I knocked out.”

He laughed, “I can’t leave you alone after what happened last night.” That triggered your brain to recall the memories of the night before, the heart-breaking scene of Taehyung flirting with his ex and even accusing you and Jungkook at the front yard.

Jungkook must have noticed your distant look, “Hey. Freshen up and we can go get lunch?”

You snapped back to reality and nodded your head. Jungkook grabbed his stuff and made his way to the door, “I’ll meet you at the common area in an hour?”

“Sure. See you then.”

Once Jungkook left, you grabbed your towel and made your way to the bathroom to take a hot soothing shower. Your thoughts were scattered, reliving the party for a moment and then thinking about confronting Taehyung the next. You were thankful that Jungkook had been with you last night, if not you doubt that you would have been able to fall asleep.

You got dressed up and made your way to the common area at the ground level to meet Jungkook. “Hey, you.” Jungkook smiled, walking towards you. “Ready to eat? My treat.”

With a groan, you shook your head, turning down his offer. “Kook, enough with your treats. I should be the one treating you.” Jungkook laughed, “Nice try. Not gonna happen.”

The two of you made your way to your usual eatery place, settling down and almost immediately ordered your go-to meals.

“So how are you holding up?”

You pressed your lips tight together, trying to form a proper thought. “Surprisingly better than expected. Maybe it’s because I always knew deep inside that I was a rebound.” You looked down at the table, "Just regret that I allowed it to happen.”

“You shouldn’t regret it y/n. You did like him and on the bright side, you did say things were good while it lasted. You can’t do anything to change the past but at least now you can move forward.”

“Yea I know you’re right about that. I just can’t help thinking if we can be friends again after this.” You fiddled with the condiments on the table. Jungkook reach out to take your hands in his, “Maybe not now but eventually time will heal. I know he’s your best friend and it’ll be a waste to let it all go.” He then released his hold and leaned back into his chair when he saw the food coming your way, “Then again, I don’t do cheaters.”

You scoffed, “Thanks for the help.”

Jungkook just grinned cheekily at you, “Any time.”

The two of you started eating and talked about other completely unrelated topics. You leaned back, rubbing your belly. “Food baby has arrived.” You joked, letting yourself laugh a bit.

“Nice to hear your laugh again.” Jungkook gave you a very endearing smile that made you feel warm inside. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you tried to ignore the feeling.

“Thanks for keeping me company Kook.”

—

You had been avoiding Taehyung like the plague. You ignored his texts and you went for lectures alone. A huge part of you wished you had lectures with Jungkook but you attended different classes. You also stopped going for their volleyball practices. Jungkook never asked you to come and watch since he knew it would be uncomfortable. However, you would study at the library while waiting for Jungkook to finish his training, meeting for dinner afterwards.

You were still caught up to their progress and upcoming matches since Jungkook would always update you the second he learns it. The semester had gone by in a blink of an eye and it was already finals period. You had gone through the second half of the semester without Taehyung and it felt weird. It felt weird to not have your best friend by your side after three years of being inseparable.

However, what you gained was a really strong bond with Jungkook. He would surprise you over the weekend with your favourite drinks and with his laptop, ready to watch a movie to take a breather from studies. Jungkook would ask to study together when he didn’t have practice. You spent most of your time with him and you weren’t complaining.

“I think I’m going to talk to Taehyung for closure.”

“You are?” Jungkook swivelled his chair to face you. You shifted to rest on your left side, resting your head on your left hand to prop up your head off his bed. “Yea, I don’t feel any animosity towards him. I also don’t want our friendship to end.”

Jungkook seemed to be in thought since he didn’t give you an immediate reply. You frowned, “You think it’s a bad idea, don’t you?”

“N-No no! I think it’s great. You already know that he always asks me about you. He still cares for you. I think it’s a good thing.” He gave you an encouraging look, giving you the courage to pick up your phone to text Taehyung.

‘Hey, it’s been awhile. Are you free to meet?’

Just as you tossed your phone away, it vibrated, signalling a message. “Damn. That was fast.” Jungkook whistled. You unlocked your phone to read his reply, “He’s free tonight. Better get it over with I guess.” You let out a long sigh, “Don’t be nervous y/n. It’ll go well.”

So you replied Taehyung and set a meet-up point for the night.

After studying at Jungkook’s place for the whole day, you packed your things and made your way to meet Taehyung. You reached the place to see Taehyung already waiting for you. “Hey.” You called for his attention. The boy whipped his head around so quickly, you swore he could’ve gotten a whiplash. “Y/N.” He said your name in a breathy voice, as if in shock that you really came to meet him.

The two of you sat on a nearby bench and you could immediately feel an awkward tension envelope you two. You fiddled with your own hands as you tried to come up with a starting sentence.

“Listen—“

“I’m sorry—“

The two of you paused and broke into a laughter, finding the awkward vibe amusing. “You go ahead.” Taehyung gestured to you to begin.

You nodded your head, taking in a deep breath.

“I know I shouldn’t have ignored you for the rest of the semester, but I felt that I needed it. I’m sorry for ignoring you but it allowed me to clear my thoughts. It was already foolish of me to accept that dating idea but I know I did it because I was hopeful that something could really happen between us. I did that knowing you still weren’t over your ex. Though what you still did was still kinda messed up, but I forgive you.”

Taehyung nodded his head slowly as he took it all in. The silence after your ‘monologue’ was killing you and you were dying to know what Taehyung had to say. “I’m really sorry y/n. Till this day, I hate myself for doing that to you. I did like you, romantically, when we dated. But I was still trying to move on and I used you to try and fix that. I should have never done that to you. You’re my best friend and I care for you, a lot. I genuinely do. I still do. I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I thank you for that. Also, I understand if we can’t be friends anymore. I respect your decision.”

His voice cracked towards the end when he brought up about not being friends anymore and it honestly broke your heart as well. The thought of not having Taehyung in your life anymore, as a best friend. You didn’t want to lose your first friend in college. You smiled, reaching out to place your hand over his. “I don’t want that to happen Tae. I’d like us to continue being friends. But it’ll take a while to get back to where we were.” From that reply, you could feel hope and happiness return to his body and his eyes as he turned to you, vigorously nodding his head. “I understand. Completely. I’ll make up for the shit I’ve done to you. I mean it.”

You laughed, “I believe you Tae.”

Taehyung’s shoulders visibly relaxed as he leaned back, looking up at the sky. “I have been hoping that you would give me a second chance. Now that it’s actually true, a big part of me feels like I don’t deserve it.”

“I know you’re still a good guy. You’re also my friend. And I care for you.”

“I’m relieved Jungkook has been by your side. He’s a good guy, really.”

At the mention of Jungkook’s name made your cheeks heat up as you wondered why you were feeling this way. You didn’t want to catch feelings again, especially when Jungkook had become a really close friend. You didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Taehyung.

“You okay, y/n?”

“Hm? Oh yea, I’m fine.”

—

Finals went by in a flash, with Jungkook being your 24/7 study buddy. During the period that you weren’t on speaking terms with Taehyung, you were relieved to find out that he had other friends he could hang out with. He also became really close to his volleyball seniors who gave him coaching and life-lessons (also a good scolding by Namjoon) when he told them everything that happened. You and Jungkook on the other hand, were stuck together like glue.

Once finals ended, Jungkook asked you out to a movie to celebrate freedom.

“Summer’s here at last!” Jungkook fist pumped the air and you laughed, watching the volleyball player prance along the walkway. “Calm down child.”

“I’m no child.” Jungkook gave you a cute pout that made your heart swoon. You ignored the thought, pushing him to start walking. “Alright, alright, let’s just keep on moving.”

Jungkook looked at you attempting to shove him, laughing at the sight. “You’re cute when you try so hard.” You immediately pulled away and smacking his arm. “What did I do?” He rubbed his arm, looking at you in confusion and with a tint of amusement.

“N-Nothing. Let’s just go.”

The two of you made your way to his car and he drove you home. Jungkook had Spotify connected and you played your latest favourite songs. He began singing along and you were taken aback, not only was he athletic, he was an amazing singer. His clear and soothing voice made you feel so light and at peace. You treasured the mini performance he was giving you.

“Damn Kook.” You shook your head in shock, “Didn’t know you’re a singer.”

“Nah.“

“Stop being humble.” You laughed and so did he. “Thanks for the compliment y/n. Means a lot, coming from you.” Your body felt stiff as your cheeks heated up, you were easily flustered by such random remarks that Jungkook would casually throw. Did he even know how it was making you feel?

You glanced at Jungkook once more, noting how good his side profile was as well. Not again, you scolded yourself as you found your thoughts wandering towards Jungkook. You recalled how Jungkook had been supportive of your decisions since day 0 and how comfortable it felt around him. However, this was the last thing you wanted to happen. 

Things were finally going well and the last thing you needed was to fuck it up. 

“Y/N.”

“Huh?” You turned to Jungkook. “You alright? I was asking why you have the Barbie Girl song in your playlist.”

“Oh, yea… Uh I think I added it in one time because it was stuck in my head.” You chuckled, resting into your seat as you looked straight ahead on the road. “You sure you’re alright?” Jungkook asked sceptically, doubt evident in his tone.

“Yea I am.”

When you guys arrived at your place, Jungkook insisted to walk you up. “What would I do without my personal bodyguard?” You teased as you two entered the elevator. “You would probably just be rotting at home, calling it your post-finals celebration.”

You jutted out your lower lip, nodding your head, “You’re not wrong.”

Jungkook laughed, “So how are things with you and Taehyung?”

“We’re good. Not exactly back to normal but things seem just right. Why’d you ask?”

He shifted his weight between his feet, “Nothing serious… But I was wondering if you’d be comfortable coming for the upcoming Volleyball Championships.”

You didn’t realise how much time had flown by that it was already championships. You didn’t even realise the amount of time spent with Jungkook for the past few months as well. Seeing that you didn’t respond immediately, Jungkook added on, “It’s cool if you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to come.”

“Oh, no no! I was just realising that so much time had gone by. Can’t believe it’s your championships already. Anyway, of course I’ll be coming! Gotta support the team!” You grinned enthusiastically at him and he reciprocated the grin. “That means a lot y/n!”

“It’s not a big deal Kook, it’s just me going over—“

“Yes, and that means a lot to me.” Jungkook seemed too serious with that response, making you be at a loss for words. “W-Well,” you cleared your throat, “I’m flattered.”

—

You liked to crash Jungkook’s place a lot since he had a PlayStation for you guys to get competitive and have fun. “I’m ready for my revenge Jeon Jungkook!” You announced as you got up to stretch your limbs. Jungkook let out an amused laugh as he got the PlayStation running, inserting the Just Dance game. “You sure about that? Last time I check the score was—“

“Hush!” bringing your finger to your lips, “I do not need to be reminded of the score.”

“Yes sir.” Jungkook teased, turning back to the television screen. “Alright, since it’s your revenge match, why don’t you select the song.” After scrolling through the list, you selected your revenge song and the two of you got into position, ready to start your battle.

It was no surprise that Jungkook had good coordination skills, he easily defeated you every time. “Damn it!” You frowned, “Another round!” You were determined, reaching out for the remote. “Hey! The winner should choose the song!” He extended his arm out to snatch the control from you. The two of you tried to gain control over the remote. Jungkook laughed, easily keeping you away from the remote as a song was randomly selected amongst your squabble.

Havana.

“A couple dance?” You were mentally freaking out at just the thought of holding Jungkook’s hand, teasing yourself for sounding like a child. “Get ready for me to step on your foot.”

“Then I’ll do the same to you.” He cheekily stuck out his tongue at you. The two of you started copying the dancers’ move, feeling how awkward it was at the beginning when you guys had to do moves together.

There was a move where you had to lean backwards with Jungkook supporting your back. You felt your cheeks get hot, feeling the close proximity as you kept one hand on his shoulder and the other hand clasping his hand. Jungkook’s other hand was placed behind your back, keeping it high as he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Your faces were inches apart for half the dance.

After a while, since it was an upbeat song, you two loosened up and started enjoying yourselves again. Halfway through the song, there was a move where Jungkook had to lift you up by your legs and spin you around. “Yea, not doing that!” You laughed and ended up just walking around him in a circle to imitate the female dancer. Jungkook laughed, mimicking the actions of carrying someone.

“I wasn’t going to drop you!”

Only if he knew that was not the reason why you didn’t want to do the move.

As the song went on, you realized how much you loved being in his embrace. It felt so warm and safe, so protected from the world. It just felt right to you and you didn’t want to let him go.

The ending move was just as scandalous as you twirled in front of Jungkook, with his hand gently cupping your head. You could feel his hot breath against your face, feeling his chest rise up and down, slightly panting after your many rounds of Just Dance. It felt like time had frozen in that awkward position, but you somehow forgot that you were leaning backwards, giving yourself a good back workout.

Jungkook propped you upright but kept his hand at the back of your head, the both of you staring into each other’s eyes. The only noise was the sound of Just Dance saying good job along with the background music.

You felt the urge to close the gap between the two you and it appeared that he had the same thought. You could feel yourselves leaning in, your heartbeat feeling even more prominent than ever. The screen brightly flashed your scores, causing you two pulled away from each other.

“I actually won!” You pumped the air, turning to face Jungkook, “Revenge done!” Jungkook seemed to snap out from his daze, clapping to congratulate you, “After 50 years. Good job y/n.”

—

During the semester break, you started watching their training sessions again since you had nothing else to do. It wasn’t awkward to go over since you were on good terms with Taehyung again as well. You were also always excited to see Jungkook train.

Watching him with his team, doing drills and having practice matches, you admired him so much. His passion, his determination. You just wanted to be there to support Jungkook.

“I see you have a lot of free time.” Namjoon looked at the big box that you brought over. You grinned, “It’s summer! I have nothing to do so… A little treat for you guys!” You lifted up the box to his eye level. “Y/N!” Jungkook skipped to your side, “What is this?”

“I baked a little something.” You gave them a shy smile.

“Did you poison it?” Yoongi teased, and you rolled your eyes in response. “Don’t expose me like that Yoongi.” Since you spent so much time watching their trainings and attending their celebratory parties, you’ve grown acquainted to most of the players and you really slapped yourself for having prejudice against these men.

They were so fun to hang out with and so down to earth. Their intimidating aura was only displayed on court and practices but outside the scene, they were all chaotic. “Well I’m sure they’re delicious!” Jungkook defended you, taking the big box from your grasp to bring it over to the bench.

“Thanks, Kook. At least someone’s supportive.” You stuck your tongue out at Yoongi who just chuckled, “Of course Jungkook would be by your side.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Namjoon nudged his teammate, as if warning him not the spill anything.

Just as you were about to question Yoongi again, Jungkook called you over. “Y/N! These are delicious!” 

You headed to his side, beaming with happiness. “Really? You like ‘em?”

His eyes were wide like a puppy as he eagerly nodded his head. “I love them!” 

“Now now, don’t keep everything to yourself Jeon Jungkook.” Taehyung teased as he approached the box to grab one for himself.

“I did not.”

“Jungkook, you’re literally standing in front of the box.” Namjoon commented, making everyone laugh.

—

Since the school semester was over, you had so much free time during summer that you started watching the volleyball anime - Haikyuu. Only because Jungkook was recommended it to you. He would come over to re-watch the episodes with you. You guys also had some unspoken agreement to not bring up what happened the other day.

“Man, volleyball is becoming a significant part of my life. Must be because I’m spending too much time with you.” You joked as you reached out to click to the next episode. “What’s wrong about that?” You were shocked by Jungkook’s tone, he sounded offended though he had tried to cover it up.

“It was just a joke Kook, I love spending time with you.” You nudged him and you could see his shoulders release tension.

“Did you think I meant it?”

“A bit.” Jungkook admitted and you frowned in response. “Come on Kook. If I was sick of you, I would’ve gotten rid of you already.”

You watched Jungkook bit his lip hesitantly before asking, “Do you think you’ll ever be sick of me?”

“W-What?”

Jungkook sat up, clearing his throat. “I-I mean… We only did start becoming close after the whole Taehyung thing. To be honest, sometimes I had thoughts that maybe… Maybe I’m just a replacement?”

“You can’t seriously feel that way?” You felt a bit hurt that Jungkook had these thoughts, you watched his expression, realising that he really did. “Jungkook… You know I genuinely care about you. You’re important to me.”

He nodded his head, “I know I know… Sorry, I know you do care I just couldn’t help but think about it.”

In a split second, his serious expression disappeared, and he grinned at you, “This got too serious. Let’s just continue the show.”

“O-Okay…”

Jungkook resumed the episode and you two had your gaze fixated on the screen. However, you were barely watching the episode as your mind was thinking about what Jungkook asked. 

Did he think that I’m just using him just like how Taehyung used me? Do I like him just because of what happened with me and Taehyung?

You never had the thought of liking Jungkook as a rebound but ever since he implied that, you couldn’t stop thinking about whether he was right. However, ever since that day, the two of you never brought it up again.

It wasn’t long till Championships have arrived and you were almost as nervous as the players themselves. “All the best! You’re gonna crush it, I can just feel it.”

“Thanks y/n. Glad to see you here supporting us.” Namjoon grinned, pulling you in for a side hug. Jungkook then came up to you, “Thanks for coming y/n.”

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. You’re gonna do so well.”

He winked at you at that. “I will because my lucky charm is here.”

Your cheeks felt hot as you scoffed, “Lucky charm?”

Jungkook nodded his head, reaching for his bag, “Yea my keychain—“

You felt embarrassed for assuming that he was referring to you and you stuttered a reply. The cheeky player laughed as he patted your shoulders, leaning in to whisper into your ear. “You know I was referring to you.” He pulled away, winking at you before catching up to Namjoon’s side.

You followed the team into the stadium and separated to find yourself a good seat. Once the stadium was more or less filled up, the commentator’s voice filled the stadium as he announced that the championship was officially starting. 

The teams walked in succession with their college’s flag as the stadium cheered for their favourite team. Your eyes followed Jungkook, his bright bunny smile, showing his excitement to play on court again. Jungkook was a competitive player but also a good sport and it was definitely an attractive trait.

After the ceremony, the court was prepared for the first game to commence. Your college was up first, and you watched on the edge of your seat, finding yourself constantly watching Jungkook. Jungkook was a spiker and he was definitely good at it. You were amazed at how effortlessly he jumped each time, the serious and competitive look on his face.

You would catch yourself having these thoughts about Jungkook and it was link back to his question about being a replacement. You knew you never saw Jungkook that way, but it seemed that he felt that way.

The game ended with a 2-1, your college taking the win. The team jumped in victory as they huddled up together, celebrating their first of many wins for that Championship.

After the team had ended their de-briefing, they walked off court and you headed down to congratulate them. “Y/N!” Namjoon beamed, reaching his hand out for a high five. “Always leading the group to victory, huh.”

“Well, I try my best.” Namjoon chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

You caught Jungkook walking at the back of the group and you were about to head up to him when someone blocked your view. “Hey, y/n, can we talk?”

“T-Taehyung! Sure!” You didn’t really want to walk away because you wanted to talk to Jungkook, but you also didn’t want to be rude to Taehyung. “Namjoon, I’ll meet you guys at the locker room in a minute.” The tall leader nodded his head and the two of you left the group, heading out of the stadium together.

You guys sat at one of the benches outside the stadium, you wondered why he wanted to talk to you separately. “Congrats on winning Tae.”

“Thanks y/n.”

You watched him as he was obviously trying to form a proper sentence. Taehyung then let out a short low chuckle, “You know, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t force me to fill up the sign-up sheet.”

“That is true.” You nodded your head, “I have so much to thank you for.” He responded. Shaking your head, you said otherwise. “What’s there to thank me for?”

He sighed; his cheerful smile seemed to have disappeared. “I still feel I don’t deserve your forgiveness for what I’ve done to you. You’re my best friend and I used you that way. So I’m also thankful for giving me another chance.”

You lightly nudged him with your shoulders, “I did take a few months to tell you I forgave you.”

Taehyung finally smiled again, “I’m glad that we’re talking again.”

“Me too, Tae… Me too…” You trailed off, staring at the grey cold floor. Does Jungkook really think I’m treating him that same way too?

Taehyung noticed you going off into your own thoughts, your gaze looking distant yet troubled. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Mm? Oh…” You shook your head, “It’s nothing.” You fidgeted with your hands, still thinking about Jungkook. Does Jungkook know that you like him? What was that incident over the Just Dance game? You guys almost kissed but never brought it up afterwards?

“Something’s troubling you.”

“No nothing’s bothering me.” You denied it the second time. Taehyung sighed, “It’s about Jungkook isn’t it?”

“W-What? No it’s not—“

Taehyung raised his eyebrows knowingly, “Every time I ask him about how you’re doing, he always seems to stutter or get stiff. And that’s a rare sight with Jungkook. What’s going on?”

You frowned, “Nothing’s going on. He told me about being a replacement. He thinks I’m just treating him as a form of rebound.”

“Did you tell him he’s not?”

“I did but he just brushed the topic aside and we never talked about it again.”

“You should talk about it with him. That guy really likes you. I can tell you like him too.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I don’t even make it obvious—“

“Oh Jungkook! All the best for your game! Mm?? I’m your lucky charm?” Taehyung perked him, trying to imitate your voice and facial expressions. You laughed from shock, hitting his arm. “I do not sound like that.”

Taehyung laughed heartily, “In all seriousness. I’ve seen how your face lights up whenever he talks to you during our breaks. Sometimes it’s as if none of us can enter your little conversation. But it’s cute, I’m honestly surprised you guys aren’t dating yet.

“Well, it’s because he thinks he’s just a rebound.”

“I’m 100% sure he’s not, it’s been months. It’s been so long and it only looks like you guys will continue to grow closer. Y/N, you should really talk about it with Jungkook. Really tell him how you feel. That poor boy is falling head over heels for you.”

You laughed at that, “Thanks Tae, I’ll talk to Kook about it. Hopefully it goes well.”

“I’m sure it will.” Taehyung grinned, pulling you in for a hug. “Jungkook’s a great guy and he’s lucky to have you.”

“No Tae,” You pulled away, shaking your head, “I’m the lucky one.”

—

The two of you walked back to the locker room where the team had been freshening up and packing their stuff.

“Jungkook! I didn’t get to congratulate you earlier on.” “Wonder why.” You heard him mutter to himself. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungkook looked up to face you and you were taken aback by his cold expression, his warm smile was not visible, and you felt like he didn’t want you there. “Nothing, thanks for coming.” He grabbed his bag and headed out the door. You were confused by his sudden change in behaviour, following after him.

“You good?”

“Yea I am.” He responded without looking at you. You glanced at Taehyung who just shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

“Jungkook, can we talk?”

He turned back and sighed, nodding his head. “Yea we should.”

The rest of the team left the stadium while you guys headed to the outdoor garden area at the front entrance. “Is something wrong?” You asked the moment you guys were alone. Most of the public that came for the matches today had already gone home and there was no one else at the small garden.

Jungkook shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Okay... Then why did you say, “we should” when I asked if we could talk?”

He didn’t reply immediately, and you gave him the liberty to form a response. “When you said “good terms” with Taehyung, how good was your “good”?”

You were confused by his question and wondered why he brought up Taehyung. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Um, good as in we’re friends again?”

He scoffed, looking down at his shoes, “Just friends?”

“Yes. What are you trying to imply?”

“I went out to the toilet earlier on and passed by you and Taehyung sitting together alone, hugging.” 

Shit, he misunderstood.

“It was nothing, we were just talking… Also, friends hug too. You and I hug as well, why are you implying that it’s more than just friends?”

To be frank, you were getting offended and annoyed by Jungkook’s accusations, especially knowing that Jungkook was the one you liked and not Taehyung.

Jungkook finally changed his direction to face you, his body posture appearing hostile towards you. “I never said this, but I couldn’t understand how you just forgave Taehyung after what happened and you guys are ‘friends’ again, unless you still have feeling for him.”

“No, I don’t, and you know that.” You replied agitated. “Is that why you’re suddenly being cold towards me? Because I left to talk with Taehyung, and you saw us hugging? You know there’s nothing going on with Taehyung, why are you getting so worked up over that?”

“Because I like you, damn it!” Jungkook snapped, his eyes mixed with sincerity, hurt and nervousness. You noticed his eyes widening for a split second, as if shocked about what he had just confessed.

With a blink, he continued on, “I’ve liked you for months and I was honestly beginning to think that you felt the same way too. I thought things were going well between us but I suddenly see you hugging Taehyung alone and it just tells me otherwise.”

His tone was laced with hurt and bitterness, you just wanted to prove him wrong - that it was all a misunderstanding. You took a step forward closer to him, “Jungkook! You’ve got it all wrong—“

“How can I read that scene wrongly—“

“I was talking about me liking you to Taehyung!”

It was as if millions of balloons had just burst around you as you both stood frozen momentarily, looking at each other,

You took a deep breath in before continuing, trying not to get emotional. “Yes, I like you. I didn’t know how to bring it up especially after you said how you felt that you were a replacement. I couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since. I’ve been feeling so guilty knowing that that’s how you have been feeling. But I never saw you that way.” Your eyes began to tear up as you were being overwhelmed by the guilt that you have been feeling.

Jungkook noticed it, taking brisk steps towards you, gently reaching out to wipe your tears from your cheeks. “I never got close to you just because I was lonely or needed a replacement. I like you. Heck, Tae could tell for a long time that I like you. But I don’t want to do anything about it, not while you think you’re just a rebound to me.” 

Your chest felt lighter, despite your tears flowing down, it felt good to let Jungkook know how you had been feeling and you felt relieved.  

“Y/N, please don’t cry. I don’t want to see you cry.” He spoke softly, wrapping his arms around you, I’m sorry you’ve been feeling guilty when you shouldn’t be.”

“You shouldn’t be sorry, Kook.” Your voice was muffled as your head was buried in between his neck and shoulder. Despite the small quarrel you just had with Jungkook, you felt happy and safe in his embrace, it felt right, and you didn’t want to let him go.

“I never treated you as a rebound.” You repeated and you felt him nodding his head. He pulled away to cupping his hands on your cheeks, his face told one story - he believed you.

“I believe you, y/n, I do. And I genuinely like you, I don’t want things to mess up with us. Even if that means I can only be your friend, I’m okay with you. I just don’t want to lose you.” 

You shook your head, with a small smile. “Why are you so cheesy.”

He chuckled, “I mean it.”

“I don’t want you to just be a friend. But I don’t want us to rush things either.”

Jungkook nodded his head, “I agree with you 100%. I want us to work out. I don’t want to work things out with anyone else.”

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest more violently than ever. It was as if you were just experiencing your own fairy-tale ending. Though, you knew it was just the beginning.

“Will you go out with me, y/n?”

With an airy laugh, you nodded your head, “Of course I will, Kook.”

A pure happy grin broke out on his face, “I know we agreed to take it slow, but, may I kiss you right know?”

“You’re such a gentleman.” You teased, though nodding your head as you both leaned in carefully, softly pressing your lips together. His soft lips on yours made your heart melt and your mind went blank as you just felt euphoric. His thumb softly caressing your cheeks as he pulled away.

“I’ve been wanting to do that so badly ever since Havana.”

—

“Hurry up!” Yoongi hollered impatiently as you all ran to his side, huddling up for a group picture. The camera flash went off and you guys pulled away from each other to either give each other a goodbye hug or take individual photos together. Senior year went by in a blink of eye and you had all just walked on stage to get your graduation certificates.

“We did it, y/n. We’re graduates.” Taehyung grinned, pulling you in for a tight hug. You returned the embrace, “We certainly did it Tae, we did it.”

After four years in college, it felt great to have your first friend still by your side, graduating hand in hand.

“Y/N!”

But what felt even better was having the love of your life with you.

Taehyung pulled away, chuckling at the boy who raised his Polaroid camera. “Looks like your boyfriend wants a polaroid picture with you.”

“That’s right.” Jungkook gave a cheeky grin, draping his arm over your shoulder to give you a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Give me the camera, I’ll take it.” Taehyung reached out for the polaroid. Jungkook pulled you even closer, wrapping his arm around your waist and yours around his.

The two of you had taken things relatively slow, sticking to your promise of not wanting to rush things. Eventually, Jungkook had asked you to be his girlfriend and the rest was history. The team had teased you the day he announced to the group, saying how they waited ages for you guys to get together.

Nonetheless, they were all happy for you.

“One, two, three!”

Taehyung took two, one for the each of you. “We look good together, don’t you think?” Jungkook nudged your side, admiring the polaroid picture that had developed. You nodded your head, “We sure do.”

Taehyung had gone to disturb Yoongi for a picture, leaving the two of you alone. Jungkook smiled contently, wrapping his around you in a loose hug. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Kook.”

Jungkook leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips, “Ready for your Just Dance revenge tonight?” You smirked, “I’m ready for Havana round 2. Maybe you can lift me up this time.”

You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, “I’ll do that alright, you can count on me.”

I hope you guys liked it, let me know your thoughts and also if you have any requests you’d like me to write!

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Bellamy - GN Cursed x F Human (Reader)

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: SFW/Lime, haunted mirror, moving reflection, ghost touches, minor angst, fluff, affection

Wordcount: 2040

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Antiques had always been a subject of whispers in your town. Charmed or cursed, and for so long you had presumed them only stories. Nobody had ever been harmed by an antique - aside from a slight scare, often declared as imagination gone awry, which led you to the shop at the centre of Dew’s Cross, barely a day after settling in your new apartment.

The mirror had been the first dust-riddled antique to glimmer from your peripheral. Charmed or cursed, or even just an old mirror, it came home with you, balanced in the corner of your room. Its glass had bronzed, but it stood a foot taller than you and by far, you realised, on twisting to look over your shoulder, it did you only favours.

Blessed, it seemed. Not cursed.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Each day you dressed before it, marvelling at the sudden warmth in your face, the volume in your hair or how the old dresses you swore had stretched now seemed to fit perfectly, before leaving for work and returning, somehow looking just as beautiful.

Nothing had happened, until the night two months from moving in. It was late and you would swear it was imagination - it always was, but the wisps of white flitting behind you showed only in the reflection. This had been what you sought, so you could only tense, forcing yourself to stay still.

When the wisps of air fell to curl at your fingertips, there was no sensation of a weight against you. Only a sudden warmth blossoming across your palm and gliding gently up from your wrist, where it soon fell away into nothing again.

Imagination, obviously. Work had been draining. You woke Saturday with a tingling warmth in your chest, and denied it all you could. The mirror remained without your stare until evening, when you stood before it once more in your short nightdress, and swallowed back any traces of nerves. Each lie you told yourself of it being imagination left a bitterness in your mouth, and you wanted for it to be more than just imagination. Maybe your apartment was just a little quiet, but it wouldn't have been so bad to have company of some sort.

It came again without any coaxing. Tendrils tickled at your ankles though when you looked down, there was nothing to be found. Maybe it was a ghost, or a hallucination. When its wisps crept against your shoulders, the warmth fell to where your stomach knotted tight and your lids fell low.

Until what felt like a hold crept your throat. You gasped and staggered back, tearing yourself from the white air of the reflection and throwing a blanket across the glass.

Nobody had ever experienced harm and you refused to be the first. That night you spent sat straight and staring at the unmoving blanket, eventually falling asleep upright. When you woke, the room remained the same, and you remained just as unnerved. The shop had a strict policy of no returns, certainly no take-backs, and you couldn't blame them.

You didn't have the heart to throw away such a beautiful mirror, either. Nobody had been harmed - though a little part of you couldn’t help thinking, yet. The wisps had fallen away last night from your first cry, which was your only rationale for why you clenched your jaw and stood still before the mirror. Even with your hair a mess, eyes thick with sleep dust, you held yourself steady.

Whatever it was, it didn't return. Not for many minutes, enough that you swallowed and loosened your stance. "Come back," you whispered to the reflection unchanging. "I won't run again. You scared me last night, touching my throat. You could… you could hold my hand?"

That day was when you first began to think of the wisps not as an it, but a they, a something - be that a ghost, maybe an enchantment - stuck in the glass. When you spoke without faltering, the smallest brush of warmth stroked across your fist until you softened. So you could see them move, gentle brushes curled against your bare arm before your fallen strap was nudged back to your shoulder.

Without pause, you immediately shrugged it back down. "Do it again," you gasped, and laughed at the hesitance in the wisps before they lifted it back. To your delight, warmth curled up your cheek before a curl was tucked back behind your ear. It was like a touch formed of a light breeze in summer, like laying in the sunlight, and you felt them straightening your other strap, too, brushing away your tousled hair.

They would warm you on cold mornings in the next days of winter. An embrace, it felt like, while you frowned and turned to scrutinise your outfits. They would tug at a collar and stroke your cheek, a choice for the day made. Sometimes when you plaited your hair, it almost felt like they were there behind you, catching stray hairs and soothing you when slight knots snagged.

It was nearly new year when you stumbled home and fell on your bed. Anywhere in the room was within their reach, so long as it was in range of your reflection. When you would scream at your disappearing keys, gentle touches slipped against your palm and led you to your coat, where they always were. Or when you would toss and turn, a softer warmth would press at your temple - and you told yourself it couldn't have been, it was dangerous to trick yourself like that - but it almost felt like a kiss, before the duvet rose to your neck.

The button on your nape popped free. The dress loosened and what felt like hot breaths fell across the dip of your spine, easing you deeper into the blanket with every lower touch. They stroked across your waist and up to press against your ribs, stroking the marks left by your bra away.

If you hadn't whimpered, twisting to catch their touch, the illusion wouldn't have broken. They fell away and left you cold and alone. Only they could touch you, barely more than a hot breath, but never you them.

For a sofa, it wasn't too uncomfortable. Sleeping out of sight gave you both peace and let your sift through the weight of whatever this sinking feeling meant. They were something, and something you ached to hold and feel, like they could to you. Times when they tickled you rushed through your mind after you came home weak, teasing a smile they traced with wisps of air you could only see in the glass, and occasions when, on days you couldn't help sitting cross-legged and recounting gossip, they would curl back your hair and pinch your cheek as you rambled too fast, before falling to trace the lines of your palms as you spoke softer. It was enough then to have them listening, but you needed them now.

Wanted them.

Your room was dark but for the soft glow of a streetlight nearby. It was enough for you to see your dim reflection, and a tendril snaking around your knee. Tentative, slow, but you saw the way your thigh trembled from their touch in the reflection.

"Hold my hand," you whispered. "One squeeze for no. Two for yes. Can you understand me?" Nothing. Nothing, and your chin trembled. The glowing numbers told you it was nearly three a.m., and you were desperate for sleep but this was too important; you could call in sick if you really had, but right now, you wanted them. When you spoke again, it was with a crack to your voice. "Do you understand me?"

Gentle, pinching your thumb. Yes. Their embrace flitted at your hip as your fluffy dressing gown bunched together, holding you when your knees nearly buckled.

"Are you a ghost?" There was a pause, then no. "Are you an… an enchantment? A curse? A-" yes. Before you could think of whatever the cost may be, you inched closer to the glass. "Can I free you?"

Yes.

At that you turned, rushing to find the heaviest boot you had. Sudden heat snatched at your hair and you choked, spinning to the mirror. Desperate wisps were pinching at you; your thighs, your arms, your cheeks, until you croaked out a breath and dropped the boot.

"I can't break the glass?"

Hard on your shoulder, no.

"I can... I," you bit hard on your lip, ignoring the rush of air to soothe the ache, and crept closer to the mirror again. Tiptoeing, you traced the thin frame of silver. "Can I take off the frame?"

No.

"I don't know what else to do. I don't…"

The gentleness of their touches only twisted your chest. After all their kindness, when it came to helping them, you could do nothing but sniff and bring your forehead to the cool glass. Your palms laid flat and with all your heart, you begged for them to be free. There was even a part you that would trade yourself, now, just to free them from their curse.

"I'm sorry."

The tear running along your cheek fell away. You sniffed as the tender wisps stroked beneath your eyes. It was them looking after you as they always did. It was them softening back your tangled hair and closing warmth around your fingers, sliding together, and-

And it must have been their warm lips so soft against yours, not the cold sting of glass. Through your strained whimper, you lifted your chin to the firm touch of lips, soft and hot, kissing against you, gentle in drawing on your lower lip.

"Is this real?" You asked, gasping at a flick of a tongue at your throat.

Fingers strong and still so kind stroked beneath your dressing gown and cradled you at your ribs. Two pinches, then a low, rasping, "yes."

You collapsed into their white shadows. Wisps swept beneath your thighs yet their body was there, firm and nestling between your legs when they laid you back on the bed. They dwarfed you entirely, lips fluttering up to your cheeks and temples, a hand of tendrils gripping your thigh and tracing up the dimples.

"How-how-?"

They nudged into your throat with a soft whine, a desperate kiss on your pulse teasing just as pained a whine from you. "I am here, lovely. I am here."

No hair fell from their head, but you could hover your fingers in wisps dizzying their form. Your vision blurred until you pressed gently on their shoulders and caught your breath. They were a being purely of shadows and light, trembling and moving wisps, each reaching out and straining for one touch of your bare skin against them.

Only when you reached up could you feel the curve of wide lips. Two, glowing and grey eyes that were nothing more than lights on a moving form fell to you, and a smile curled beneath your thumb.

"Bellamy."

Later you would flush with embarrassment, and Bellamy would tut. They would tuck against you, kissing gently at your eyelids until you muttered the cause of your shame being your sudden timidity, when you all found yourself whispering was, "hi."

They nestled closer until you were embraced by stroking shadows, melting into them. "You freed me," Bellamy whispered. Their touches seemed made of endless tendrils, but their right hand cradled your head and then some, so much larger than you. "My soul is yours, my lovely."

Nobody was ever harmed, and you were as thankful for Bellamy being your reality. Now when they woke you with a soft touch to your cheek, you could whine and lean deeper into their chest, searching for the heavy thud of a heart. When they brushed at your back and muttered in your hair "please, lovely, not that old shirt," instead kissing your pulse as they breathed "oh, this one is beautiful," you could scowl and hit away their touch as often you liked, because when you turned, Bellamy would always be there to smile and bow to meet your lips.

The mirror stayed with you wherever you went, and Bellamy, too.

So, my workload has really drained my motivation, but Bellamy came to me in a sudden rush of inspiration, and I had to write them immediately. I might make a little collection of stories from Dew’s Cross about the antiques shop, who knows! Let me know what you thought - hope you liked them!!

[judediangelo75]

Everybody Cries Sometimes...

Hello everyone,

Normally I would have an explanation of some sort before the start of a story with more life but I’m like legit tired. Something going on with me and I have not the slightest clue what it is.

No real past between the two, but the story for Judith is still relatively the same.

Talbott doesn’t know about her dead father, so he didn’t follow her to the graveyard.

I’ll say this is the beginning of 6th year and they’re not together as of yet. But they went on dates and whatnot. 

Just a fair warning: There will be a suicide attempt.

That’s all.

Here’s the song that goes with the story: Everybody Cries Sometimes by Damien Dawn (also part of Judith’s playlist).

And a bonus song: Right Here by Ashes Remain

Enjoy the story guys.

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If you were to ask Talbott to describe Judith Harris in one word, he would tell you,

“Strong.”

Despite being sorted into house that others would view as a doormat, Judith has proven to be one not to be trifled with.

She stood up to Merula back in their first year at Hogwarts.

She took on the Cursed Vaults alongside her best friend, all in an effort to find their brothers and to save the students at Hogwarts.

She was Hufflepuff’s star Beater, mentee of Erika Rath, Ravenclaw’s feared Beater.

She’s even physically broken up fights, despite her size.

There’s more to her than her physical strength. But her mental strength as well.

She acted as a big sister to her younger House mates. Even creating a small tradition to sing a song to the Hufflepuffs every once and awhile throughout the year. She mainly does it for the first years, who come to love her for welcoming them. Talbott has heard her sing this song in the Courtyard  in his Animagus form once to the new Hufflepuffs and never felt more at peace listening to the sound of her voice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZtUA9_ID0U

She was always looking out for others. 

Her friends.

The professors.

Random people from other houses.

Even to people who she dislikes.

She’s not afraid to provide emotional support to someone and listen to their problems, even if it takes hours.

Talbott can attest to this himself.

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~Year 5~

Talbott tossed and turned in his bed, small whimpers escaping the Animagus as he was gripped in a nightmare.

The night that his parents died.

All of it felt real.

The sounds of the Death Eaters trying to break into his home. 

The sight of his dad’s grave face and his mum’s tears.

The last warm hug he received from them before they urged him to escape from his bedroom window on the second floor.

The tortured cries of his parents that rang in his ears as he watched them die from one of the Unforgivable Curses from the air.

The feeling of guilt, sorrow, anger and weakness threatening to swallow him whole as he flew away from the scene.

Talbott awoke with a gasp, sweat clinging onto this skin and tears flowing from his sightless eyes as he try to take in his surroundings.

‘I’m in my dorm at Hogwarts... I’m safe...’ he thought to himself as he struggled to calm his erratic heart. 

This was the 4th time this week that he’s had this nightmare. The O.W.L.S. were just a week away and he felt the dread building at the sheer idea of it.

What if he failed his O.W.L.S.?

He needed to get an Exceeding Expectations or better in order to qualify for his N.E.W.T.S. so he can become an Auror. 

He felt like he failed his parents because he wasn’t able to protect them. At least as an Auror, he can prevent another child from the experience he went through many years ago. 

He wiped his wet face and groaned. He needs to get out for awhile.

Slipping on a random shirt and tucking his wand in his pajama pant pocket, he opened the window to his room. Breathing in the brisk air, he sighed softly before transforming into his Golden Eagle form and took off. 

He didn’t check the time but it suspects that it’s some kind of early hour in the morning. He flew around the sleepy castle a few times before going to the Black Lake. 

Landing in front of a giant boulder on the shore, he transformed back and watched the still waters. 

He wished he could feel that state of calm himself, the unbearable feeling of distress and fear made him feel like he was going to burst any moment.

Hot tears burned his eyes as his nightmare replayed in his mind. Sobs threatened to choke him as the salty tears ran down his face. He almost gave into his sorrow and bawled his eyes out on the shore.

Almost.

His sensitive ears picked up faint footsteps approaching and he quickly took out his wand, ready to defend himself.

He saw a silhouette of a person just a few feet away.

“S-Stop.” He mentally cursed himself for the weak stutter in voice when he said this command. Nonetheless, the person did listen and stopped where they were.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The person didn’t say anything for a few moments. Just as Talbott was about to repeat his question, he heard a familiar voice.

“Talbott?” The Ravenclaw wizard went stiff.

“J-Judith?” Sure enough, the Hufflepuff witch approached closer where he could properly see her. A black giant fluffy blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, whilst badger slippers covered her feet.

Talbott fought the urge to chuckle. As odd as her footwear was, it was kinda cute.

“Judith, what are you doing here,” he asked as she kneeled beside him. He prayed that she couldn’t hear how hoarse his voice was.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she simply said as she studied him. There were a few times where people could make him uncomfortable, and this is one of them. 

“Wha-”

“You’ve been crying.” Talbott immediately shut his mouth at hearing this. And she wasn’t questioning this, no.

She was stating the obvious.

His silence was all she needed to know that she was right.

Gently, she cupped his face so he can look her in the eye. He saw concern in the pools of molten gold and felt his resolve weakening.

“I’m fi-” A slender finger pressed against his cold chapped lips, gold eyes still piercing into his soul.

“Talbott, if you need to cry, then cry. I’m right here.” As if she said an incantation to a spell, tears sprang back up and he cried.

Cried as if he was 9-year-old little boy again.

Judith said nothing as he bawled his eyes out. She silently wrapped her blanket around the both of them before hugging the Ravenclaw wizard closer to her. She guided his head to lay on her full chest and carefully ran her fingers through his messy bed head. Unconsciously, the weeping teen hugged her by her waist, giving into the warmth and comfort being offered to him.

Who knows how long they stayed like that, but eventually Talbott’s sobs died down. Talbott finally noticed their position and blushed ferociously.

He’s never been this close to a girl like this, and the only witch he really showed interested in was her.

But he admits that he felt comfortable like this.

She felt warm and soft. Her ever present and unique scent wrapped around him like a security blanket. Her steady heartbeat was slowly becoming his favorite melody.

He felt safe in her embrace.

He panicked a bit when he felt her shift, clinging onto her with a silent whimper. Judith hushed him gently.

“I’m not going anywhere, Talbott. Just trying to get more comfortable. Here.” Talbott’s world flipped on it’s axis for a few seconds before it came back in focus again.

Judith was now laying against the boulder with Talbott laying on top of her. His head was on top of her chest again while he felt himself being cradled by her thighs. 

Talbott can partially feel his ears turning red...

The girl let out of soft chuckle before giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re so cute, Sweets...” Talbott huffed and opted not to answer. Especially at the nickname. He instead resettled his arms around her waist again and focused on listening to her heartbeat. Slowly, he felt the exhaustion starting to sink in.

Maybe it was the late hour starting to catch up with him.

Maybe it was because he was emotionally drained.

Or maybe it was because of the warmth radiating from his crush and how her heartbeat had to be the most soothing lullaby he’s heard in years...

Whatever the reason, Talbott felt his eyes started to weigh themselves down and eventually fell asleep.

The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon the next time he opened his eyes. Let out a loud yawn, he took in his surroundings.

He was still on the shore of the Black Lake but Judith was nowhere in sight. He thought that he dreamed the whole encounter until he realized how warm he was. 

Her black blanket was still wrapped around him. 

She must’ve left to sneak back into her common room but didn’t want to disturb him. Or leave him here to freeze his tail feathers off.

Talbott thought back to their interaction.

Not once did she try to pry information out of him. 

Instead, she just stayed and comforted him.

A small smile found its way to his lips as he brought the blanket up to his nose and breathed.

Coconuts, cocoa butter, and vanilla. 

Oh so perfectly her.

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The next few days passed quickly. During the week of their O.W.L.S., he visited the shore of the Black Lake in the early hours of the morning. 

Surprisingly enough, Judith would be there too. As if she suspected him to be there.

He tried to give her back her blanket once, but she insisted that he keep it.

“I have plenty in my dorm. I’m not gonna freak out if one was missing.”

Talbott was silently thankful for this, seeing how being wrapped up in her blanket has helped him sleep easier during that week. 

Not that he’s willing to tell her that.

Or that he brings it with him to the lake so they could cuddle under it (and so she can imprint her scent on the fluffy sheet).

During that week, they spent some time talking about anything that came to mind.

One night he felt brave enough to admit to her what happened that night she found him.

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“I was having a nightmare about my parents’ death,” he mumbled against her chest. It was night after they’ve taken their Transfiguration O.W.L.S. They were wrapped up in the black blanket Talbott brought with him. Talbott laid on top of the Hufflepuff, his head resting over her chest. Judith was lazily running her fingers through his hair again and it took a lot of willpower not to preen at her gentle touch.

Much to his disappointment, she suddenly stopped after he spoke.

He really didn’t realize how touch deprived he was until her. Oh how spoiled he was when it comes to her affections.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Sweets,” she asked quietly. Talbott bit his lip at this.

He trusted Judith. A whole lot.

She’s kept his secret about being an Animagus and she never pushed him if he didn’t want to talk or if he wanted to be alone.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said, running her fingers through his hair again. Talbott melted against her once again.

He could trust her with this.

“I was 9 years old at the time. It was just another day for me. Despite the wizarding war, my parents made sure I still had a good childhood. But it was their defiance to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that ruined it for me...” Judith listened attentively to his tale.

“We heard them before they reached us. My dad was quick to barricade the doors and windows before they could reach our home. There was no way for us to outrun them without them catching us. My father tried urging my mother to leave with me through my bedroom window on the second floor. But she didn’t wish to leave him behind. Besides they knew that she was an Animagus and would’ve spotted her trying to fly away...” Judith pursed her lips. Talbott explained to her why he didn’t want to register to the Ministry but now it made more sense. If they knew of his form, they’ll be on the hunt for it.

“I can still hear the harsh bangs and cruel laughter of the Death Eaters trying to break into our home. I was clutching onto my mum like a lifeline, doing my best not to make a sound. It was then that the both of them hugged me tight and told me that they loved me. They whispered to me to escape through my bedroom window before urging me upstairs. I wanted to stay, but I knew they will never allow me to. The Death Eaters broke in just as I opened my window. I quickly flew out and stayed among the trees. I-I saw...” Talbott  began to feel his throat close up on him. He felt the arm around his back squeeze him for a few moments. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“I saw them drag my parents out. Th-they casted Crucio on them repeatedly. It was terrible, Judith... To see them withering on the ground, screaming and crying out in pain as those Death Eaters laughed at their misery is something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. My mum actually spotted me by the tree line. Despite the tears of pain swimming in her eyes, she gave me one last smile before mouthing ‘I love you’. That’s when one Death Eater decided they had enough fun and used Avada Kedavra on them. The empty look in my parents eyes was the last thing I saw before I flew away,” he whispered. He didn’t realize he was crying until Judith cupped his face so he can look her.

Her thumbs brushed against his tear stain cheeks. Talbott noted the callouses on her fingertips but her touch was gentle. Loving.

Her eyes were soft and understanding. 

“It’s not your fault, Talbott.” The boy’s brows furrowed in confusion. How did she-

“You probably believed that you could’ve made a difference. If only if you were older and had a wand. If only you had the strength to move mountains. If only you stayed. But understand it’s not your fault. You were a scared child who wanted to be with his parents. But your parents wanted more for you. That’s why your mother taught you how to become an Animagus. Why they sacrificed their lives for you. They wanted a future for you and you plan on using your future to protect others from dark witches, wizards, and Death Eaters so no child can go through what you did. To protect those who you are close to. And that’s your way of honoring their memory. You’re allowed to mourn over them, we all grieve differently and at different paces. But don’t let the “if only”‘s haunt you, Talbott.” 

Judith might as well write his whole life story. She was able to tell all of that by how, looking into his eyes?

Talbott wasn’t sure but he was grateful.

Grateful for having this girl in his life. 

“T-thank you, little bird,” he whispered. The most beautiful smile spread on those plump lips. Her mystical gold eyes kind as ever.

“Anything for you, bird boy...” Talbott let out a shaky exhale as he felt her soft lips kiss his forehead, lingering against his cold skin. Judith pulled back a little and Talbott was quick to cling onto her.

Their faces was really close.

Breaths mingling with one another’s.

Shy red eyes locking with patient gold ones.

“J-Judith...” The girl hummed softly.

“Yes, Talbott?” Talbott nervously swiped his tongue over his chapped lips. He was curious...

It’s not the first time he’s kissed her. Though it was always on the cheek. He never felt bold enough to kiss her on the lips...

Until now...

“I-I-I was wondering...” Judith waited silently for him to finish. He was thankfully it was dark out so she couldn’t see the blush on his face...

“C-Can I... Can I kiss you,” he rushed out before he could chicken out. 

A moment passed.

Then another.

And yet another. 

Judith had yet to say anything and Talbott could feel his blush spreading to the tips of his ears.

Judith let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course you can, Sweets.” Talbott blinked at her.

Did he hear that correctly?

Did she really just give him permission to-

A soft gasp escaped the Ravenclaw male as Judith lightly pressed her lips against his.

Soft was the first thing that came to mind. Her lips were really soft.

Talbott can feel his heart pounding against his chest as he stared wide eyed at the Hufflepuff witch. 

‘This was really happening...’ Talbott’s eyes fluttered closed and just as he was about to respond, Judith pulled away. A whine threatened to pass his throat.

“Why did you pull away,” he whispered, pushing his face closer to her’s. Judith blushed at the slightly husky tone in his voice.

“I... I thought you changed your mind. You weren’t responding...” Talbott couldn’t help but to smirk a little. Very rarely does Judith show signs of shyness.

It was cute...

“I’m sorry, little bird. I was a bit dazed is all... May I...” He left the question open in the air, waiting for her response. Judith’s arms slowly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer still.

Their lips were a hair breadth apart.

The look in Judith’s eyes were absolutely smoldering.

“Kiss me, Talbott...”

She didn’t need to tell him twice.

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They spent a good amount of time on the shore snogging that night before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Talbott found the taste of her vanilla bean chapstick positively addicting.

She was addicting.

It eventually became a routine for them.

A few times during the week, they would sneak out on the shore and huddle together under the stars. They would talk, laugh, kiss or just sit in silence.

Talbott loved the private time they had together. 

But then everything changed.

After breaking the Portrait Curse, Judith stopped coming to the shoreline. He never had the time to question her on her absence since everyone wants the Hufflepuff’s attention. 

The last time he really saw her was at the end of the year feast. Despite the smile on her face, he saw the faraway look in those gold eyes.

They all came back from summer break to start their 6th year. The faraway look was still present in her eyes.

Along with loneliness, sadness and pain.

Talbott was determined to find out what was wrong with his little bird.

He knew this was a stretch but it was possible that she was visiting the lake shore way before he did. It just so happened he was there that night when she came. Because they were together on certain days of the week, then she must spend other days alone.

He would just have to catch her at the right time.

It didn’t take long. 

Talbott was hiding behind a boulder in his Golden Eagle form when he saw the girl approach. Her usual sleepwear, which consisted of a wife beater and shorts, clothed her frame. It was still relatively warm from the summer months, but can get a bit chilly when the breeze passes by. 

She sat at their usual spot not too far away from him, staring out at the water. 

Until he heard it.

A heartbroken sob.

Her small frame was wrecked with sobs as she cried freely. The Ravenclaw wizard was left stunned.

After all these years of knowing her, never once has he seen her cry. 

And so strongly.

He felt his heart ache for the girl he started to fall in love with.

The girl suddenly stood and Talbott suddenly got a bad feeling.

“...better off gone...” was all he heard. Before the girl dashed into the water, sinking beneath the surface.

Talbott didn’t remember transforming back in his human form but next thing he knew he was underwater with the bubble spell around his head. He struggled to see under the dark murky water. Fear gripped his heart as he swam around to search for the girl. It wasn’t until he saw movement to his left. 

Grindylows were making their way to the vulnerable witch, who was sinking fast below him. Talbott was quick to swim in front of her and cast Flipendo on the vicious water demons. Taking the free opportunity, Talbott quickly grabbed the Hufflepuff and swam to the surface. 

Quickly making his way to the shore, he laid Judith down to examine her. His fingers tried to find a pulse.

A faint one was present but her chest wasn’t moving. Talbott tried to clear his mind from the panic that threaten to overtake him as he tried to do chest compressions to restart her heart.

“C’mon, don’t do this to me Judith... I already lost my parents, I can’t lose you too,” Talbott pleaded. Pinching her nose, he parted her mouth and place his on top of her’s. He blew air into her, trying to bring her back.

It wasn’t after a few tries when she finally responded. He felt her body tense up and turned her over just as she spat out the water from her lungs.

She coughed and wheezed, tears building in her eyes as much needed oxygen flooded her system. Talbott never strayed from her side, rubbing her back and offering silent support.

Wiping her eyes, Judith turned to her unexpected savior just to have her blood run cold.

“Tal-” a pair of lips crashed onto her’s, knocking her on her back. Talbott rained kisses all over her face.

Cheeks.

Forehead.

Temple.

Nose. 

Lips. 

Chin.

Anywhere his lips could reach.

She was alive.

She was still here with him.

He eventually pulled back to look at the flushed girl underneath him.

“Why,” she quietly asked. Talbott rose a brow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Why are you here? Why did you save me?” Her eyes looked tired as she said this. Talbott backed off her so he could pull her into his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered into her wet curls. Judith stiffened.

“Don’t tell me that.” Her voice came out colder than expected, and surprisingly came with a foreign accent. Talbott didn’t back down from this.

“But it’s true. I love you, Judith.” The girl struggled against him, but Talbott had a firm hold on her.

“No! Shut up! Just shut up! You have no idea what you’re talking about! Everyone who says that...” The girl trailed off as she sniffled. Talbott waited for his little bird to finish. Judith whimpered as she finally gave into her tears.

“Everyone who says that always end up leaving me alone,” she bawled into his chest. Talbott squeezed the girl tighter to his chest, letting her cry.

‘It’s always the people who are there for others that feel the most alone...’ Talbott silently mused as he rubbed the girl’s back in attempts to soothe her. He discreetly casted a drying spell on both of them so they wouldn’t catch a cold.

Her sobs turned into sniffles and small hiccups.

“I-I-I wasn’t like this,” she mumbled. Talbott nodded, placing a small kiss to her hairline, quietly encouraging her to continue.

“Once upon a time, I was happy. I’m not originally from Britain but an island called Barbados... It was my father’s homeland. My homeland. I was happy there. Carefree even. It all changed when I was 6. My grandmother, Mercy, died. She was the maternal figure in my life since my mother moved back to Europe after she had me. After her funeral, my father and I moved to Britain. I hated it. The land was cold and so were the people who lived there. I was made fun of because of my accent and my hair. My mother didn’t approve of how my father raised me and decided to do it herself. She taught me how to hide my accent and what’s appropriate to wear while here. If I did anything that wasn’t to her approval, she would beat me. Which left me with multiple scars. My father and brother never knew. I was lucky enough to find a friend in Brooke to make everything bearable... but it only lasted for so long. Our brothers ran away just two weeks after my 9th birthday. Not too long after that, my father fell ill with a heart virus,” Judith paused to take a breath. Nobody knew about this. With the exception of her best friend, of course.

After spending some time with the boy holding her, she felt like she could trust him with this...

“I was the one whole found him. He collapsed on his knees, coughing up blood. Other professional Healers told him that there was nothing that could do for him. I was determined to help him get better. My father was a Healer himself. He taught what he knew to help treat his ailments when he couldn’t do it himself. His little Healer, he fondly called me,” Judith chuckled at the memory before sighing.

“As the Healers said, there was nothing that could be done for him. He died on his birthday, which was weeks after my brother’s disappearance. We sang a song he taught me when we lived in Barbados while I sat on his lap. He died while I was in his arms...” 

Talbott now fully understood how Judith knew how felt when she found him on the lake shore their first night together. She knew how he felt because she understood it herself. She must’ve felt the same he did when she couldn’t save her father from dying, even though it was out of her control.

“Judith...”

“Let’s not forget brother dearest.” The girl wasn’t done. Talbott fell quiet again as the girl got the remaining weight off her chest.

“Seven years, Talbott. Seven years I haven’t seen my older brother. Hearing news that he’s dead somewhere. That he joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Seven years of being compared to him. That I’ll go mad just like him. That I’ll make my House a disgrace just like him. That I’ll be expelled just like him. To finally find him again was something close to a miracle. To have a member of my family back again. All for it to blow up in my face. He ran off as soon as he heard about Rakeprick and I never heard from him since. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about Papa. He left me in that Vault to go back to Hogwarts without him... To hear that I can’t seem to hold onto anyone anymore broke me...” Judith fought against the tears that wanted to resurface. 

She looked up into those red eyes that never failed to my her heart sigh.

“Don’t you see, Talbott? Everyone who loved me left me alone. I don’t think I can take the idea of you leaving me too,” she said softly. Talbott caressed his little bird’s cheek, watching her nuzzle his hand.

“Your grandmother and your father didn’t wish to leave willing, little bird. They would probably still be here today if they could. While I can’t speak for your brother, I can speak for myself. I will never leave you, Judith. Never willing. I love you too much to do so. I will always do my best to be by your side. To help heal the brokenness within you. To love you when you come undone. When you feel like you can no longer be strong in front of everyone, you can always come to me. I’ll be there to hold you for as long as you need,” He whispered. 

Judith whimpered and pulled him closer. Talbott leaned in and kissed her.

Soft petal-like kisses were exchanged. Judith was shaking like a leaf. Talbott’s hands caressed her curvy body to help soothe her anxieties. Judith finally pulled away a little to look into the young wizard’s eyes.

“I love you, Talbott.” The boy gave her a small smile. A smile he only reserves for her.

“I love you too, Judith...” The girl cuddled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The sound of it paired with his slow breathing helped the Hufflepuff fall asleep. 

“I’ll always be right here, little bird,” he whispered, kissing her forehead before falling asleep himself.

Everyone needs someone. 

Luckily they had each other.

[builder051]

Jonestown 'verse if you're up for it.

Drugs of your choice adding up to two very high girls and whatever factor inciting a flashback appeals.

Thanks!

Not sure this is what you were going for, as it's very tame and slow moving. No big action or emeto, though both are mentioned. There is also an ED mention, and obviously mentions of drugs and alcohol.

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"I thought this was supposed to be, you know, a date..?" Jess looks down her nose at the bottle of white pills Nat is currently crushing to powder with the handheld pill grinder. "Aren't hallucinogens more... I don't know..."

"Private?" Nat finishes, a sly smile on her face. She opens the grinder and tips the contents into the bottom of a glass, to which she quickly adds cranberry juice and a swizzle stick.

"And since when is cold medicine for grown-ups?" Jess's forehead wrinkles as Nat slides the cocktail across the table to her before she sees to making another one.

"Since it started coming in white powder." Nat laughs. "Still best to ingest, but feels a little fancier than drinking the red stuff straight."

"Ok, ok." Jess puts up her hands, then begins swirling her cocktail before the powder can form unpleasant lumps. "But, seriously. Poor man's ecstasy. For date night." Jess shakes her head. "How's this gonna work?"

"You're the one who told me to cut things off with my dealer," Nat reminds her, a little crossly.

"Yeah. But you didn't answer my question."

"See some pretty lights. Cuddle a lot. Maybe fuck around a little. Then lie back and enjoy the show." Nat grins as if all of this is obvious.

Jess shrugs. "If you say so."

Truth is, the whole thing doesn't sound all that bad. If Jess was still surly and hateful, she'd probably find the proposition not bad at all. But Nat's turned her soft a little. Whipped her flesh so what's underneath depresses under tender pressure. She might want to talk. She might want a little closeness she'll remember in the morning. But she might not want to tell Nat any of that.

"I do," Nat says, tossing crushed pills into another glass and quickly stirring in the powder.

"Ok, then." Jess throws back her beverage, focusing on the bitter cranberry and not on the chemical flavor of the squashed white tablets. They form a film on her tongue, though, and she has to use her teeth to scrape it away.

Nat's empty glass hits the table before Jess's. She's taken it as a slammer instead of a sipper, not that Jess has spent much time savoring it. Jess glances up at Nat's face to find her licking her lips and beckoning her to stand up and follow her toward the bedroom.

Jess is affronted, but she doesn't show it. It's her apartment, so she's the one who ought to be doing the inviting. Right now she's the more conservative presence, though, so maybe her inclination to take them to the sofa to watch television first would be too modest. From what she knows of the drug, Jess isn't sure how much time there is to "fuck around" before the hardcore hallucinations hit.

Once they're on either side of Jess's bed, Nat strips to her t-shirt and underwear. Jess copies her, mostly because it's uncomfortable to sleep in jeans, and putting on pajamas seems too modest in comparison.

"C'mere," Nat says, slipping under the covers and holding them open for Jess.

"Yeah..." Jess slowly wriggles in, moving quickly when she meets Nat's arms and moving into the space left for her. Nat's body is warm, and they fit together well, hips interlocking and knees passing one atop the other.

Nat presses her forehead to Jess's and kisses the end of her nose. Jess can barely keep from screwing up her eyes, for the contact is... not unwanted, exactly. Just a bit much. But at least it's not a kiss on the lips. Jess isn't convinced she won't bite. And not in the sensual way.

"We've got, oh, I don't know. Twenty minutes?" Nat brings her face into Jess's neck, placing her chin on Jess's collarbone. "What do you wanna do?"

Nat's knee finds Jess's crotch and moves back and forth a few times, but Jess uses her hand to gently stop the motion. The presence is fine. The warmth, the comfort of her girlfriend; not just a fling or a casual friend who's weaseled their way into a benefit.

"Mm," Jess muses. "Talk, I guess."

"Ok." Nat goes a little limp. "How are you?"

"Eh."

"I mean, what've you been up to?"

Jess shrugs, raising Nat's chin a little. "Work. Missions. Whiskey." Then she smiles a little. "My girl."

"You've been up your girl?" Nat giggles.

Jess wonders if the white powder is already affecting her.

"Sometimes," she answers, grinning. Then she wonders if she herself is getting emboldened by its ingestion.

Nat keeps laughing. She's gotten bony again lately, and Jess wonders if the dose is weight affected. She's starting to feel fuzzy around the edges, but Nat's bordering on hysterical.

"Chill out a little, would you?" Jess says, wrapping her arms around Nat's body and lifting her easily a couple inches away from her body.

"Whoa." Nat's eyes cross, then float back to normal.

"Twenty minutes?" Jess cocks her head. "How about... fiveish?

"Maybe I should've 'fessed up." Nat puts her hand loosely over her mouth. "I usually take the kid route and drink the red stuff. Or the not-red stuff..."

"Huh?"

"Ever heard of robocough?"

"For fuck's sake, Nat..."

"What? It's better than actual E."

"Yeah, I know, the dealer thing..." Jess shakes her head. "But do you want kidneys?"

Nat shrugs. "Body..."

"'S a good body." Jess strokes Nat shoulder to tit to hipbone, then wraps her arm around her waist. There's definitely less meat than the last time they laid together. It's not her place to say something, though. That's Nat's business, until she gets to the hospitalization point.

"Anyway," Nat goes on, a little slurred. "Powder. That's the way to go."

Jess thinks of the first time she dipped her finger into a little plastic baggie of cocaine and set alight her nostril. She'd been, what, sixteen? Too young and too fed up with her foster care situation to give the cons of her choice much thought. "Yeah..."

She knows Nat started much of the same way, as an orphaned teen, either just out of the red room or during some tenured mission while she was still in their custody. The story changes sometimes. But the progression was much the same for both of them. Uppers. Then downers. Then, well, what they're playing with now. Only the grown-up type. Ecstasy and LSD were fun to use every once in a while, as an escape from the dreaded ordinary that was their lives.

They've discussed it. As much as either of them wants to discuss anything. Similar drug habits are a funny bond. One, a few months ago, they'd once smoked crack together before a mission, then been so thrilled no one had noticed that they stopped at the drugstore for a bottle of cheap champagne.

Champagne. She hasn't had any, so that's not the taste lingering on Jess's tongue. It's the cranberry, since she's scraped away all the white powder already. Jess forgets for a moment that she's had cranberry, though, and swallows hard, wondering if she's experiencing the dregs of vomit. She gulps a couple of times, and, unfortunately, Nat notices.

"Are you gonna puke?" she asks, slipping mostly off Jess and cuddling her from the side. "Are you seriously that high already?"

"No," Jess immediately protests. "I just... Cranberry." She tries to smile. She doesn't want to go through her train of thought to get to the champagne, so she just says, "I'm used to Jack, you know."

"And coke?" Nat grins.

"Ugh, no." Jess hasn't had that either since a bad night that ended with a bad trip. When some days include killing people, including one day long ago where her actions killed her parents, her occasional forays into hallucinogens can come out with some fairly awful results. That one, where the E had been downed with her favorite Jack Daniels and...someone else's... favorite diet coke, had resulted in images of dripping blood that turned out to be very real, as she'd bashed her nose into the edge of the toilet seat and busted a few vessels.

She knows Nat's teasing just a little, but Jess feels bad. She feels burdensome and heavy, which she knows is the recipe for a night of visions she'll regret. It's probably too late now to puke up the drug; Jess can feel it penetrating her system, arranging her settings to vibrate at the ultimate sensitivity.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Jess asks, but it's pointless. Nat's already under, and there's no way to tell if she's heard the question. Her eyes are closed, and her chin rests on Jess's shoulder as her face burrows into the space between the bed's two pillows.

"Fuck..." Jess mumbles. Lights begin to flicker around the edges of her visual field. She resigns herself for whatever's about to come next and closes her eyes. She scoots so her hip is in the sideways V between Nat's torso and thighs. Her warmth is comforting, even as the vision begins to up her anxiety.

Jess feels as though she's one with the bed, one with Nat, and her body is rushing forward to some unknown location in the dark. She slips her arm between Nat's tangled ones and holds on. Nat moans a little, and Jess wonders what she's seeing. Something pleasurable, she hopes.

Jess lets out her breath and wonders what she'll see. She has a stomach full of nerves, but she fights to ignore them as she shrugs and forces herself to answer her own question. Something pleasurable, she hopes.

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Suspicious With A Side Of Concern

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Warning: a little cursing and a tad bit of suggestive themes. seriously, just a smidge. this is v mild and v soft

A/N: uhh hi there 😊 it's been awhile heh but it's San's birthday (one of my ults) and I managed to write this! it's probably not that great and it's not edited (bc it's after 5AM 👍🏻) so I'm sorry if it sucks or is full of mistakes, I may come back to it and fix them if there's a lot. but uhh yeah! I love my sweet boy so much and I'm so proud of him and I'm feeling v mushy lately hehe 🤭 and yeah, yeah, I know I’m not funny but I make myself laugh and that’s all that matters right? lol also this is pretty self-indulgent (hmm I’m noticing a theme in my recent works haha) but I hope you enjoy it anyways! happy birthday Sannie!!! I love you to the moon and back ❤️❤️❤️

San was suspicious. And a little concerned, too. The kind of 'suspicious with a side of concern' that can make feelings of offense and being forgotten crop up. In other words: not good. And what time could be worse to feel 'not good' than the days leading up to your birthday?

OK, so that clearly was not your intention when you had initially conjured up your plan for your, frankly, rather significant and audacious gift for San's birthday this year. Typically, you go all out with anything you get or do for San because he's just fun to spoil like that. Like in past years, you'd taken him on mini vacations or got him lots of small gifts and gave them to him over a period of a few days. And you always spent the entire week celebrating, not just the day of. So, logically, if you had actually formed a plan instead of just devising the end result of said non-existent plan, maybe you would have thought of how San might react to things being so different than years past. But 'foresight', what's that?

When you noticed San was more moody and petulant than usual, you tried your best to make things seem as normal as possible, not wanting him to catch on to your surprise. You had found him pouting at the kitchen table late one night, a few days before his birthday. "Sannie, baby. It's three in the morning, is everything OK?"

"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out unexpectedly, not answering your question. When he saw your confused expression, he continued, "I mean, did I do something wrong? Something to upset you? I swear it wasn't intentional and I'm sorry that I don't know what it is. I-"

"Of course not, babe!" you cut him off, "I was just worried because I rolled over in bed and you weren't there when I tried to cuddle up to you. But what makes you think that I'm mad at you, lovebug?"

You slid into the seat next to him as he sighed deeply. "I don't know, I just… God! This is gonna sound so stupid and selfish and spoiled!" Taking his hand in yours to silently reassure him, you squeezed his fingers slightly and softly rubbed your thumb along his knuckles. He took a deep breath before he tried to explain himself, "Umm, this whole week has been different than other years? Like, usually we do lots of stuff for my birthday and this year we haven't done much of anything and I'm not complaining because it's not that I expect a lot of presents or a vacation or something and I haven't said anything because I don't want to sound spoiled or like I think I'm entitled to a lot of big, expensive things, it's just that I'm not used to it I guess and I think it's making me feel like I did something wrong to upset you so you aren't treating me like you usually do as some sort of punishment, not that I think you'd actually do that to me because you're the sweetest thing in the world and I know you love me and I love you so much and I just-" San let out a frustrated groan and dropped his head to the table with a loud thud. He sighed again and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "That did not come out like how I wanted it to."

The gears in your head were turning as you stared fondly at your boyfriend, a small, sad smile curving your lips. You felt horrible that San thought you were upset with him because, after all, that's the last thing you want. San and his happiness and contentment is the most important thing in your life. You also weren't sure how you were going to explain yourself without revealing the secret you were working so hard to conceal. Winging it seemed like the best option at the time since you could tell San was getting antsy about your silence.

"Sannie, can you look at me, please?" you began. When he lifted his head, your eyes found each other's, while your empty hand searched for his. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel like I'm mad at you! I promise you that I'm not even the slightest bit upset with you. You did absolutely nothing wrong -- you're perfect, baby." Releasing one of San's hands, you reached up to gently push away some stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes before running your fingertips across his pretty cheekbone. "You should know that none of what you said sounded stupid or selfish or spoiled. We've built up a sort of routine and a sudden change to that can be kind of disorienting. You have every right to be confused and I'm not going to make up excuses for how different things have been the past few days, I won't do that to you. In all honesty, I've been preoccupied and a little distracted. But I'm sorry that I let that get in the way and I promise that it won't happen anymore. And I'm so sorry that I've already made this your suckiest birthday ever and it's not even your actual birthday yet! That's definitely a new record for me, ruining something before it even happens." You mumbled the last part, ashamed at yourself and silently hoping San wouldn't hear that bit.

He let out a small chuckle that sounded much closer to normal San, easing your worry slightly. "It's not sucky and you didn't ruin anything, which by the way, you know I don't like when you put yourself down like that," the evident pout in his voice faintly reddened your cheeks with embarrassment despite the fact that he wasn't even scolding you. You whispered a quiet apology and San brought your left hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles. "You said you're preoccupied and distracted but I'm not going to press because I know you'll tell me when you're ready." When you thanked him, he tilted his head and looked at you with pure adoration and you felt his gaze travel over the planes of your face. "Thank you for understanding me, even when my words are messier than all us boys in white shirts eating wings with no napkins."

Trying, and failing to keep a straight face, the two of you dissolved into fits of giggles. "I thought you were going to be romantic or something but you said that and-" you cut yourself off with another loud laugh and shook your head, smiling endearingly. "I love you, cutie! But you're saying weird things so I think we should head to bed. Not that sleep will actually help you but we can always try." San shoved your shoulder as you stood before scooping you up in his arms and peppered kisses all over your face.

San had been in a great mood the morning of his birthday, considering he had woken up to you bustling about the kitchen making his favorite breakfast while wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt. Strong arms and the frigid tip of San's nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder startled you, causing you to drop the spatula in your hand. He giggled softly at the small squeak you let out in surprise and squeezed you a little more snugly into his broad chest. "Mornin'," he mumbled against your skin.

"Hi," you chuckled as you shrugged him off to bend down to pick up the utensil that had fallen on the floor. You knew he was pouting when he had to let go of you and you could easily imagine the smirk that made its way onto his handsome face as he came up with his next idea, smacking your ass before you stood back up to place the dirty spatula in the sink.

You gasped in false offense, "How dare you!"

"Well, when you look like…" San gestured at you, his stare sleepy but very interested, "That, can you blame me?"

"I most certainly can! No 'Good morning! Happy Birthday!' kiss for you, mister!"

The pout returned to his face and damn, you're really weak for that pout. You sighed exasperatedly and threw your arms around his neck. "Good morning! Happy Birthday!" you announced with feigned emotion before pecking him on the lips and making an attempt to return your attention to breakfast. San had other ideas. He let out a sort of growl before effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder and strutting back towards your bedroom. "Wait!" you shouted weakly on account of San's shoulder uncomfortably pressed against your diaphragm, "Breakfast is gonna burn!" He paused in his stride, seemingly to try to decide on what to do, before turning and rushing to the stove to switch it off and then made a beeline for the mess of pillows and blankets he had left only moments before.

That afternoon, San was sprawled out on the sofa, a dreadfully bored look etched into his features as he flipped through the channels. Finding nothing to watch, he switched off the TV and turned to stare at the ceiling. The oscillating fan sat on the small end table next to the couch ruffled his hair and thoughtfully provided an awful high-pitched squealing sound as background noise for the otherwise quiet living room. Nervously staring at the clock on your phone while draped over a chair opposite the couch, your mind was racing to come up with an excuse for leaving the house a few minutes later. You had an appointment to keep aka "The Plan". Making a disgruntled noise, you pushed yourself out of your seat and made a command decision on what to say, "Uhh, I'm gonna go to the store to pick up some stuff for umm, for later." Failing miserably at sounding natural, you gestured toward the door and faced it.

"Ooh!" San shouted and you heard rustling like he was getting off the couch. "Let me come! I'm so bored."

You couldn't help the mischief that made itself evident over your features as you turned back around. "But coming along will spoil the surprise, don't you think?" Pleading puppy dog eyes and his cutest pout decorated San's face in response. "Nuh uh, not even that will work on me today!"

Sam's expression morphed into a combination of astonishment and amazement as he plopped back down onto the sofa, "Shit, this is serious if not even the pout can sway you!"

You nodded ruefully, "It's a special day."

Ping! A message came through on your group chat with the boys, made specifically for this plan and thus excluding San, and when you went to read it, you heard San mumble under his breath but couldn't quite make out what he said.

Joong-bug: outside with Woo! let's goooooo!!

Several more text alerts sounded off and San eyed you suspiciously.

Woo 🐻: C'MON I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!! Joong-bug: aaaaaand this is why he's forbidden contact with 'The Target' until 'The Plan' is complete… You: Be down in a minute! Joong-bug: hurry up!! he won't stop whining and pouting 😣 Mingo Mango: getin' ready 2 bust the door down now 😈 You: Jongho, I'm trusting you to keep them from breaking things Hulk 🍎: You have my word 👍 Yeo-Yeo: Pfffft like that means anything 😒 Y'know: hey, i asked you to chop vegetables!! why are you on your phone?? 😡 Yeo-Yeo: You're on yours! Mars: ……….help

Suddenly, you could hear two rather loud voices outside, gradually getting louder as they made their way to your front door. "Ah, you're in luck, sweetpea! Here comes your entertainment now!" Without giving Mingi the opportunity to "bust the door down", you quickly threw it open and in he stumbled with Jongho trailing more gracefully behind him, chuckling. San's face lit up in excitement and he bounced gleefully over to his friends. Mingi shouted something about playing ball and San whooped in agreement, causing you to chuckle fondly as you snuck out the door they had just come through since your boyfriend was already well and truly distracted.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung quickly came into view as you made your way down the last of the stairs, the younger hopping around like an over-excited bunny when he spotted you. He called your name loudly and ran to squeeze you and consequently hang off of you, grin bright and eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Hi there, bear," you giggled and squeezed him back before turning to Hongjoong. "You said he was whiny but you didn't mention he was extra clingy, too." No hint of annoyance in your voice, Wooyoung nuzzled into your shoulder and sighed happily.

Hongjoong shrugged, smiling affectionately at the younger, "I thought it was to be expected."

"It is a little hot for cuddles though, Woo," you told Wooyoung honestly and he nodded in agreement, letting go and scurried towards the parked car, screeching about being late. Hongjoong shook his head as he watched Wooyoung abruptly fling the door open and sit in the passenger seat, eagerly bouncing in place and urging the two of you to hurry up. "Everything all set?" you asked the older as you walked side by side to the car.

Rascality twinkled in Hongjoong's eyes, "Yep! All the stuff is either in the back seat or the trunk, ready to go!" You smiled and scrunched your nose at him before you both joined Wooyoung in the car and headed off to your destination.

A couple hours later, the three of you returned to your house, San's birthday gift sat on the back seat next to you. Wooyoung was animatedly squirming in his seat, teeth clenched together in a wide grin in an effort to suppress his squeals of joy. "Good grief, Woo! It's gonna be somewhat of a let down if you're more excited about this than San ends up being," you teased him fondly, reaching for your phone to get updates from the group chat.

You: We're back!! 🤭 Yeo-Yeo: Lemme guess, Woo's about to piss himself from excitement You: 😂 correct. Update on 'the Target'? Hulk 🍎: 'The Target' is about to get in the shower, Mingi and I will head down now Y'know: you can't just leave him!! you gotta at least give an excuse!! Hulk 🍎: You can't see me but I'm rolling my eyes right now. Mingi told him we're going home to shower, which isn't an excuse, it's the truth. We'll just jump in with everyone later 👌 Y'know: you didn't give anything away did you??!! Hulk 🍎: 😒 yes. We told him every detail. Of course we didn't! Mingo Mango: all good! we made it seem like we were leaving 4 the night! told him happy bday and everything 😉 Y'know: … :/ … You: … I'm slightly concerned but alright. How's 'The Plan'? Yeo-Yeo: Yunho is worried out of his mind now but we're cool, just waiting on the cue Mingo Mango: you mean the Q 😉👍 Hulk 🍎: He tripped down a few stairs while he was typing that ^ Yeo-Yeo: 🖕 (deserved) You: Hwa? Still have your sanity? Mars: *sigh* … barely You: You replied so I'm courageously going to take that as a positive. You guys can head over as soon as Jongho and Mingi are ready. I'll text when it's good to come up. Yeo-Yeo: OK Y'know: k Mars: yes

Laughing at their insanity and tucking your phone away, you glanced up to find Mingi and Jongho walking towards the car so you got out and attempted to get a little more information. "You guys have fun?" you asked, smiling warmly.

The boys beamed and nodded. "Lots!" Mingi stated, bouncing on his toes energetically.

"San seemed really happy so that felt," Jongho paused and rubbed at the back of his neck, "Nice." You felt your heart squeeze a little, knowing just how much San loved and valued the boys no matter what. "And we didn't break anything, just like I promised!" Jongho added proudly, puffing out his chest a little.

You ruffled his hair fondly before yanking your hand away in disgust, "Ick! So sweaty! Go shower! I'll see you two in a bit." The youngest laughed brightly and gave you a wave before heading off with Mingi offering a salute and stumbling after him. Making your way around the car, you opened the car door and gathered the gift into your arms. "I owe you two," you smiled and Hongjoong shook his head and chuckled. "Thank you!" Wooyoung giggled as you resituated the present in your grasp. "Don't forget the rest of the stuff when you come up later, please!" Hongjoong gave you a thumbs up and you shut the door with your hip before making your way up to give your boyfriend his surprise.

Unlocking the door and being as quiet as possible entering the house in an effort to sneak up on San was quite difficult but you managed. Luckily, he had his back to you, actually sitting normally in a chair for once and humming softly to himself. Stifling a giggle with your hand, you brought everything inside and shut the door, impressed with yourself at how quiet you were and hoped the gift would be just as silent. Slipping your shoes off to avoid more noise, you took one gift in each hand and tiptoed toward San.

You instinctively held your breath as you neared your boyfriend and tried not to squeal or giggle. In that moment, you definitely felt Wooyoung's enthusiasm. Right hand gently setting one gift on the top of San's head and left hand reaching around the phone in his hands to place the other present in his lap, you heard him gasp in shock. "Happy Birthday, sugarplum!"

The small kitten on San's head let out a tiny squeak of a meow and the puppy in his lap timidly licked at his arm. San tried to say something but all that came out was broken words and stutters. He reached up to pluck the kitten from his head and you helped untangle a strand of his hair from the kitten's tiny claws before he set it next to the puppy on his lap and turned part way around to look up at you. Tears were already falling, the tracks they left glinted in the sunlight that came in through the living room window and his bottom lip wobbled slightly, "Y-you. B-but. What?"

You slowly walked around the chair and crouched down in front of San, beaming and a little teary-eyed yourself at his reaction. "What do you think, Sannie? Does this make up for the difference in these past few days?" He choked out a sob and nodded fervently, lip still trembling as he stared down at the animals clumsily perched on his thighs.

San sniffled and lifted the puppy up to eye-level. It leaned closer to him and licked at the salty streaks on his cheeks. San laughed wetly and set the puppy back down before lifting the kitten up the same way and nuzzling his nose into its soft fur. After admiring them for a few minutes and calming himself down, San glanced at you, "This is what you were preoccupied with?"

You nodded and hummed faintly, "But not just this!"

Your boyfriend furrowed his brow and groaned a little, "There's more? I don't know if I can handle any more! I feel like I've had at least a dozen heart attacks in the last 5 minutes already!" You chuckled adoringly as San pouted at his puppy and kitten, talking to them about how his heart wasn't meant for stuff like that. While he was distracted, you shot a text to the group chat.

You: 'The Plan: Part 1' = ✅COMPLETE! Commence 'The Plan: Part 2'! Woo 🐻: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yeo-Yeo: 😒 Hulk 🍎: That emoji may imply that Yeosang is rolling his eyes but he's actually staring at Wooyoung with the most fond, loving look in his eyes Mingo Mango: heh Yeo just 🤜 Jongho in the 💪

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, waiting for the boys to come up and actually "bust down the door". Moments later, a cacophony of voices burst through the quiet room as the guys threw the door open.

"Happy Birthday! We brought food!" Yunho shouted as he muscled multiple grocery bags into your kitchen, followed by Yeosang and Seonghwa who were also carrying armloads.

At the same time, Wooyoung screamed, "Babies!" and headed straight for San and the puppy and kitten. The two boys giggled together and fawned over the animals while some of the boys loudly scuttled around the kitchen and the others went to greet the birthday boy and the new additions. You headed into the kitchen to see if you could help with anything.

Seonghwa looked less frazzled than you expected and his kind eyes lit up when they met yours. "Anything for me to do?" you asked him, going over to wash your hands in the kitchen sink.

He gave you a characteristic wonky smile as he bumped your hip with his, "I think you've had quite the day as it is!"

"Me? What about you? You sure have lots of beautiful hair despite dealing with so many children all the time!"

Seonghwa's smile was one of pure reverence, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

You tugged him into a tight hug. "I know," you whispered, "Thank you." Before he could say anything, you pulled away to look him in the eye, "And before you say 'You don't have to thank me' or whatever, thank you. I mean it and you have to accept it or I'll pout." He laughed heartily and nodded, eyes sparkling with joy as he went back to getting food put on the table.

You went around hugging and thanking the rest of the boys for all their contributions to San's special day and then gathered everyone up to sit at the table for dinner. The kitten and puppy played together peacefully and everyone glanced over at them once in awhile to coo at their cuteness.

Chatter was loud and warm, just the way it should be. San absolutely glowed with happiness and at one point when all the boys were laughing and carrying on together, he leaned over to you to whisper in your ear. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Only every day," you beamed, booping his nose gently.

He giggled and leaned even closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, "Thank you," another kiss, "Times a million," another, "for making me," yet another peck, "so, so happy," and another, "I love you," and one more kiss. You grabbed his face so he couldn't pull away from the last one but it was a little difficult to kiss when you both were smiling so wide.

A chorus of "Ew!" and "Gross!" and "NOT AT THE DINNER TABLE!" echoed behind you so you reluctantly pulled away, giggling all the while.

"OK, OK!" you held your hands up in defeat before resituating. "Alright, on the count of three," San looked confused all over again but you sent him a reassuring wink. "One!

"Two!

"Three!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAN!"

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Saint Jude's Miracle: a Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) FanFic. Chapter III

Summary: After the operation at the border, Javier accepts a task to continue his new partnership with the DEA but that would may affect his marriage with Isa who sees how he’s getting farther and farther away from her.

WC: 4,5k (Ups sorry)

Warnings: angst and domestic Javi cos I like to hurt my feelings, light smut: very light descriptions of oral (female receiving) and p in v sex (I’m trying guys, not very used to write this things in English)

A/N: Hi! This third chapter is a little longer because I didn’t know where to cut without making it just feelings and angst, so I add a little bit of spice and plot. Again thank you so much to the ones that find this and read it, like it and reblog it. It means a lot. And lastly, as usual, this has not been beta’d and I’m sorry for any mistake and bad grammar you find.

Spanish in cursive with translations right after in parenthesis

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Stay

"Jav...what you found at the raid, what you did, my bosses are impressed. They are actually asking me if you’d be up to do this again, maybe they need your formal statement about those documents” Steve announces

“I’m doing whatever you need, Steve” he answers

“Really? Okay, they’re going to freak out once they know you’re back...kinda”

“Yeah...I wouldn’t be surprised if they think I switched sides or whatever and that’s how I got that intel” Javi jokes

“So, Javi Peña...you’re my informant now. I won’t treat you as kindly as you treated yours though” he mocks

“Fuck you, Steve”

“Yeah, that’s what you did with them and that’s exactly what I’m not going to do to you” he continues

Javi grins. He misses that, the bickering, talking to his friend.

“I’ll call you back, Javi. I let you know what they say” Steve says after Javier had been quite for a few minutes

“Anything, Steve”

A few calls back and forth and Javi’s heart is pounding on his chest, he doesn’t know if it’s excitement or fear or the two combined, but, anyway,this is the most alive he has felt in a long time.

Isa and Elvira sit on the garden, both of them on the grass drinking an ice cold cola. Javier is holding the exterior tubes of the air conditioner cursing like a sailor when the machine still doesn’t work, he has been trying to repair the thing for hours now, and the persistent calls interrupting him aren’t helping. Normally they call after dinner time. Javi locks himself in his office or in the living room if Elvi and Isa are already upstairs. They, whoever they are, are the ones guilty of her husband’s behavior lately. The ones that keep him up at night, they stress him and distract him. Get him farther and farther away from me she thinks. They’ve called at least four times already.

Isabel knows something is up. Every time Javi returns from one of those phone calls he grows more a more frustrated over the device.

“Fuck me” he mutters pressing violently every button.

“Are you alright, honey?” Isa laughs. She gives a gentle squeeze on his shoulder feeling the tense muscles underneath the shirt.

“We’re going to get a new one right now. Do you want to go to the mall?” He turns, his handsome face covered in sweat. Isa pulls his wet hair out of his forehead, with that brief distraction; Javi takes her cold drink from her hand really fast and gulps the whole thing in seconds.

“Hey, that was mine”

“What’s mine it’s yours, remember?” He winks “I really don’t know how to repair this shit” and he kicks the machine

“Javi, it’s going to cost a ton. I think my mum had an old one at the hair salon”

At the mention of her mother in law, her husband rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know” she tickles his belly, the white shirt glued to his skin “You just have to leave me there, we pick it up and then we leave. You don’t even have to talk to her”

Javi runs a hand through his dark wet hair “Well, fuck it, I can’t stand this hell anymore might as well go all the way down and say hi to the devil”

Isa snorts laughing and slaps him playfully “Javi, she’s not that bad”

“We hate each other, it’s fine” he shrugs “Anyway I have to go downtown. What if I drop both of you at your mother’s salon while I do some errands? Elvi likes to spend time with her”“That’s a good idea” she agrees, Isa is dying to know what “errands” he has to do, but she doesn’t ask.

­­­­­­­­­­“Pues se dejo la carrera a medio terminar, una gran decepción para su padre y para mi” (She didn’t finish her degree, it was such a disappointment for her father and me)

“Claro, mijita, es que una se espera hasta que ya termina los estudios y ya se casan y después tienen los muchachos” (Of course, love. You have to wait until you finish your studies and then you get married and have kids) Mrs Alvarez adds holding her hair in the towel while she waits for Carmen to start.

Isa is used to the bickering whenever she spends time at her mother’s salon. Her usual costumers know the entire story: First child to go to college in the family gets pregnant before getting married and then she had to drop out; a disgrace.

At the beginning of her pregnancy and her relationship with Javier, she blushed and tried to bury herself on the purple sofa where the clients waited when her mother and costumers started this conversation about her. But after years and years of the same discussion she just smiles boringly while she glances uninterested over the different magazines on the table and waits until they’re finished with her. Luckily she has her daughter now, who distracts the ladies with her funny comments, a song, or anything her bubbly self makes up. Elvira loves the salon; the ladies give her a few one dollar bills and candy whenever they have some.

“Tan linda, mi nieta. Ese es el consuelo que tengo” (My granddaughter is so lovely, that’s my only consolation) Carmen Alamos is a strong woman. Stern and straightforward, a good and god-fearing catholic that works hard to sustain her family and that has always kept a passion for knowledge. Isa remembers clearly when she was a teenager and she would clean up at the end of the day giving the chance for her mother to take a little time for herself that she usually spent reading her books and studying English so she could speak it and write it properly. She also kept studying other things out of curiosity and Carmen wanted her daughter to be someone, to really seize the opportunity to build a bright future for herself. Then shit happened. And Carmen sees only one culprit for that: Javier Peña.

After a few saddened sighs from the women, Carmen turns to her daughter.

“So what is it that you wanted?” she asks massaging Mrs Alvarez scalp.

“You still have the old Air conditioner from home right?” Isa tosses the magazines over the table and walks to the glass door. Javier is still somewhere in town.

“Yes, at the back office. Why do you need that?” she starts cutting the client’s hair with her swift and experienced hands.

“Ours broke down and it’s almost impossible to stay inside” Isa smiles seeing her daughter who looks mesmerized at her grandma’s skills.

“It’s so hot, abuelita, Mami had to sleep naked” Elvira says casually.

The three women at the salon gasp. Mrs Alvarez turns abruptly to face the little girl. Unfortunately for her hair, Carmen has chopped at the same time she turned and her hair is now uneven.

“Ay, Dios santo” Carmen quickly starts to solve what she’s done to the poor woman’s hair.

The sound of the car stopping breaks the uncomfortable moment. From the door, Isa sees Javier getting out the car. Tight jeans, black shirt and those aviator glasses she had gifted him on his birthday. He grins when he sees her and jumps the three steps towards the salon. The little bell rang when he opens the door while he takes off his glasses.

“Papi” Elvi runs and grabs him by his knees

“Hola, mi amor” (Hello, my love) he kisses her crown and hugs Isa with his other arm. “amores” ( my loves) he corrects

“Where were you?” Isa asks but he mutters later so she lets it go for the moment

“Señoras” (Ladies) he greets the ladies with a smile that rapidly disappears as he approaches his mother in law “Carmen, ¿cómo está?” (Carmen, how are you?)

“Hola, Javier. El aire está detrás.” (Hello, Javier. The Air conditioner is at the back) She answers dryly

“Gracias” Javi turns to Isa and rolls his eyes with a told you kind of expression.

“Por eso tu mama duerme desnuda, porque tiene a ese en la cama, ay pues no me extraña” (So that’s why your mum sleeps naked, she has him on her bed. It does not surprise me) Mrs Alvarez comments with a sly grin

Carmen jerks her harshly on the chair.

“Quédese quieta, señora Alvarez si no quiere que le haga un trasquilón” (Stay still, Mrs Alvarez if you don’t want a bad haircut)

Javier grunts carrying the heavy machine so Isa rushes to open the door for him and helps him get it to the car.

“We clearly agree in one thing, we hate each other’s guts” he leaves the device on the truck and dries the sweat on his forehead.

“Well you were the one that dishonored her little girl, what do you expect?” Isa hangs on him on her tip toes and kisses him softly. “Where were you?”

“Pardon?” He holds her by her hips and pushes her against his chest “If I recall correctly you were the one that seduced me” he ignores the second question

“You asked me out first”

“You approached me first” he smiles before lowering his touch to the end of her jeans shorts, but she slaps his hand away.

“I was waitressing, it was my job” Isa laughs “I’m going to say goodbye and take Elvi with me” she kisses him briefly one last time before climbing the stair to the salon.

Javi gets inside the car and watches as the little girl waves her goodbyes and Isa has annoyed expression. He knows her mother had some last comments about him as it is the usual thing with her. He can imagine perfectly how she’s complaining about him not giving her daughter a good life just because he couldn’t repair a damn air conditioner. He bites the inside of his cheek and leans on his seat, he knows the life he gives Isa and Elvi is about to be a little bit worse and it’s not because of a stupid machine.

It was too late to hide the papers he had on the dashboard: The documents that Steve had sent and his voyage plan to meet him in Mexico. He rushes to put everything inside the glove box, but Isa is already opening the door to the copilot seat. He pushes everything inside without much care.

“What was that?”

He was going to tell her but he has to find the perfect time so he can minimize the harm. He doesn’t want to seem too eager to leave, as he thinks that it is already the image his wife has of him. Javi Peña, always out the door.

“I had to pass by the office and grab some stupid documents. It’s nothing”

“I thought they’re closed for the summer…” Isa fastens her belt and turns to make sure Elvira has hers correctly locked.

“Yeah, but the doorman had a key and he opened it for me. Anyway, should we grab dinner somewhere? What do you say Elvi?” He smiles back to his daughter through the rearview mirror. Isa observes him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Javi starts the car, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Isa’s thigh giving her gentle squeeze.

“Can we get ice-cream after?”

“Of course, baby. Anything for my girls”

He gets lost watching her do her little things: how she pulls her curls back to apply her night cream and the soft rose scent that it leaves on her face that he can smell when he buries his face on her neck; how lovely she looks in one of those big old t-shirts she uses as pajamas and how he’s dying to run his hands under it to find the familiar curves of her body. Without realizing it, he smiles lost in his daydreaming from the bathroom door. Her caramel eyes turn to him and a cheeky smile appears on her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Okay…” she giggles “You can stop, you know? I’m not mad anymore”

“Stop what?”

“All these” she draws a circle in the air “Today. Eat out, ice-cream, now you look at me with those puppy eyes”

“I cannot take my family out? And look at my wife?” Javier comes closer and hugs her from behind, his large arms closing her tight against his chest. “That, by the way, looks quite gorgeous today” he says to her ear. He hums smelling the rose perfume, the one that has accompanied him every night of their marriage, the scent of home and making love in silence and sleepy kisses in the wake. He makes both of them swing in front of the mirror. I wish it was easier he thinks I wish I only wanted this

“Thanks” Isa caresses his strong forearms, following the veins and the freckles of his tanned skin.

When Javi opens his eyes he sees her reflection in the mirror; her eyes sparkle in the yellowish lights of the bathroom with tears struggling to be contained

“What’s wrong, baby?” Javi makes her turn and holds her with his arms on her lower back

“I…just…I feel like I’m becoming…” the tears finally roll out to her cheeks as she tries to swallow the lump on her throat

“What?” Javi puts his large hands on both sides of her head, wiping away the tears with his thumbs

“My mum…” she says eventually and crumbles to his chest in soft sobs

“God, what did she say?”

“That I’m becoming her… and I think, for once, I think she might be right” she whimpers and sniffs

“No, no. Mi amor…you’re not” he separates himself from her softly just so he can look at her face

“All my life I’ve seen her being like that…bitter, angry, asking question after question. I thought she was annoying. But now…well”

“I don’t get it”

“I think I understand. I don’t want to get to that point, but little by little we’re looking more and more like my parents marriage. I mean, you come home late and I get angry, I ask questions, and you get annoyed. I worry a lot and you’re getting bored of me” Isa fixes her gaze at some random point on the floor and she speaks faster and faster spitting every word until all that comes out from her mouth are soft whimpers

“Hold up, wait. I’m not bored of you” He pulls her chin up so he can look at her in the eye

“C’mon, Javi.” She bites her lip, trembling and tears now uncontrollably coming out of her eyes. “You hide things from me because you think that I’m gonna be mad and scream at you, which I do. And then you get inside your shell that I cannot get in” she points at the center of his chest.

Javi becomes silent and just cups her cheeks softly

“I don’t want to be that type of wife. I don’t want to scold you like if I were your mum. I want to be your friend, your confident, your lover”

“And you are, baby” He holds her again close to him and kisses her forehead “You are all of that”

“I don’t want just to be a housewife…I don’t want us to be a cliché”

“We are not that, babe”

“I’m exhausted, the house, Elvi and…”

“I don’t make things easier” Javi starts rocking their bodies softly side to side.

“No, you don’t. I wish you could just tell me what’s going on. It drives me crazy”

“Noth…” Isa shakes her head before he can finish

“Javi, please. The calls, the documents, the way you’re behaving” she counts

“Alright.” He sighs “They asked me to assist in a big operation. I’ve found something weird in one of the export’s companies that we manage at the office. So I called my old colleague and now I’m involved in this”

“Javi…” Isa murmurs

“I have to go to Mexico. Just for a week, meet him there and see what they got” The husband holds her by the arms, squeezing the skin as to alleviate the pressure he knows he is inflicting on her.

“When?” she says exhaling all the air in her lungs.

“In a week”

“Fuck…”

“I know, I didn’t tell because you would…”

“Be a pain in the ass?” she exits the bathroom and takes a seat on the right side of the bed.

“Worry” he completes. Javi turns off the lights and the two of them stay in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. The lamp she always leaves on when he’s away.

“Yeah” he crawls on the bed until he is kissing her nape “You’re never a pain in the ass by the way”

“I see how you react” she slightly turns her face, and Javier takes the opportunity to kiss her temple and the side of her mouth

“Nonsense” He circles her waist with both arms and pulls her against him. The softness of her skin and her warmth burn him with desire. He wants to take the pain away the only way he knows.

Isa responds with a moan at the feeling of his heat and the firmness of his chest. She lays her head back on his shoulder watching his hand roam around her body every touch of his fingers lighting a fire on her skin. He knows every corner, every touch that makes her tremble in pleasure and also how that ends conflicts right away.

“Javi” she pronounces his name like a plea. A plea for more, to make him stay with her and also to make her forget all her worries with his love.

His lips create a slow and unbearable path of kisses and bites where her skin more sensitive. His hands cup her breasts and the tender skin on her lower belly and hips.

“Te amo” (I love you) Isa says writhing, her whole body responding to his attention.

Javier looks at her, his deep brown eyes glowing, his breathing is now heavy. He pulls her in a swift movement to the end of the bed so he has access between her thighs. Isa laughs trying not to fall.

“Te vas a joder la espalda” (You’re going to hurt your back) she giggles

“Me estás diciendo viejo ¿o qué?” (You’re calling me old, or what?) he smirks and grabs her legs to open them

Isa smiles and covers her face with her forearm to hide her laughter.

“¿Ahora te ries?” (And now you’re laughing?) He’s standing on his knees between her thighs looking at her amused “Mala” (You’re mean) he gives a slap on her ass. When she uncovers her face, looking at him with her mouth open he mutters an apology.

“No, me gustó” (No, I liked it) she bites her lip and brushes her legs on his hip enticing him to come closer

He’s surprised for a second but then bends towards her, caging her against the mattress “Ah ¿sí?” (Ah, yeah?) Javi brushes his lips over her jaw pushing his hips towards her core

“No soy de las esposas que solo lo hacen en misionero un par de veces al mes, Javi” (I’m not the kind of wife that only does it missionary a couple of times a month, Javi) she grabs his hips and pushes him until his sex is against her. The wet friction of her damp panties sending shivers through her body.

“A mí me gusta el misionero” (I like missionary) He answers catching her lower lip with his, biting it gently

“You know what I mean” she rolls her eyes

“Yeah, I have a kinky wife” he slaps her again and swiftly grabs the waistband of her panties and rolls them to her feet. Isa rushes to take her over-sized t-shirt off and rests again laying on her back, legs wide open, exposed. “Mi amor” (my love) Javi moans watching her like that, squirming with desire and doesn’t waste time in adjusting his position so he can sink his face between her legs.

He tastes her and moans, words incomprehensible, and Isa closes her eyes while he drinks of her like she’s the first drop of water after a drought. His large hands hold her still and open when the pleasure it’s too much to handle. She begs, his name mixed with the name of God until she can control her trembles. Without giving her a moment to rest, Javi tops her and submerges himself in her holding a curse

“Mi amor” he repeats breathy on her ear. He thrusts into her slowly and deep at first but Isa’s legs wrap him even deeper, her nails scratch him and he starts going faster and harder. His forehead stays on hers watching how she closes her eyes and her mouth murmurs his name again and again. When he finally spills on her, she gives gentle kisses all over his face and hugs him impossibly tight.

“Te amo” she says again

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She admires at his profile, the way his plum lips are parted, breathing peacefully, his bare chest going up and down while he dreams. He looks beautiful like this, relaxed, almost boyish in a way. His sharp features are soft when she reaches to his face and traces his nose, his eyes and his jaw line with her finger. She has asked herself many times what is inside his head; those parts she doesn’t know. Sometimes she wishes to know everything; but sometimes she thinks the truth would hurt too much.

She knows that his former job as a DEA agent had affected him enormously. Isa knows the horrors that the drug war had caused in Colombia mainly by the news reports she’s seen and the brief stories Javier had told her at the beginning of their relationship. That Javier is dead, the agent, the man after monsters is gone, at least that’s what he tells her and himself.

Isabel met a broken man, a greyer version of himself, half way between the tough DEA agent and the young man that left Laredo full of dreams to see the world. Sometimes he was open, sometimes he was deep in his regrets and memories, Javier would always stay in a limbo where Isabel could reach him just in a physical way but his heart and his mind, even after many years, were still a mystery.

Where was he when he was quite? Where was he when he disappeared in his memories? Was he thinking about others? She knows quite well that he was more experienced than her in matters of the heart and almost in every other aspect. Isa had a high school sweetheart and just the one brief and disappointing relationship in college. He, in the other hand, had travelled the world, fought drug lords and corrupt governments, and the very system that employed him. He is older than her, and that doesn’t bother her, but sometimes she finds herself lacking in many ways: Lacking in interesting things to tell, in adventures, in knowledge other than being a housewife.

She sees how Elvira jumps in excitement when Javier comes home, she idolizes him and even though Isa doesn’t want to admit it, she is jealous. Elvira and her little world is hers, it’s the only thing she has. Every now and then she finds that her conversations circle only around her: her school, the new things Elvi likes and the things she says, to the point that Isabel has disappeared and only the mother exists.

And in that, she fears that her husband will lose all interest in her. All those doubts from the past come back now that he’s accepting those jobs that force him to leave the house for weeks. Was he running away? Why? And that little insidious voice answers: He didn’t love you back then, he doesn’t love you now. You just got pregnant in the worse moment and he had to act as a responsible adult

Javier had been single before meeting her for a long time, having sporadic lovers when he needed one. He didn’t tell her much about his past lovers but she recognized the type of men he was. He is intoxicating, raises desiring looks everywhere and she had fallen for that without a chance. She had been one of those girls that he dated briefly, a relationship with an expiring date, but then she took the pregnancy test and it came positive.

All he said when she told him was that he would be there for her for everything and whatever decision she would make; and he said yes to meet his parents, and he said yes to keep the baby and never complained or blamed her; but she knew that he didn’t planned to stay together much longer before she had told Javi the bad news. But everything changed after a dinner night in the Alamos’s household

“When are you marrying then? It has to be soon or else people would notice your belly” Francisco Alamos, her father, welcomed Javier in his house with his hands holding tightly his belt, ready at any moment to throw those big hands to his face if he said the wrong thing.

Javier had looked confused at first, but in a second he got himself together and answered with a bright smile that would have melted anyone but the Alamos:

“Everything has been so unplanned and out of the blue that I wanted that to be a surprised and, well, a little bit more romantic. Anyway, Mr. and Mrs. Alamos” he held Isa’s hand “Les pido la mano de su hija en matrimonio, si nos dan su bendición” (I ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, with your blessing) he continued in Spanish

Isa nodded confused and didn’t say another word during dinner. When she escorted him to the door, she had asked if he was telling the truth, if he really wanted to marry her and form a family and he had agreed that it was for the better. And since then, Javier had acted the part and even if he had moments where his mind was elsewhere, he didn’t neglect his family in any way.

Isa dries a single tear that rolls down her cheek. The night is silent but the soft breathing of her husband and the air coming out the new Air conditioner; she cuddles his warm body, holding him tight against her chest; a futile gesture to bind him to her heart and the house.

“Stay” she whispers.

[batwake]

Dreams Passing By - reddie - anti soulmate au part four

ao3 link

summary: Richie and Eddie tackle road trips, viral videos, marriage, and the future.

“There is no end to the adventures we can have

if only we seek them with our eyes open.”

—Jawaharlal Nehru

It’s raining as they leave Washington and enter Idaho, the sky a purplish sort of grey. Richie is humming along to the beat of the rain against the windows, strumming his ukulele with his feet up on the dashboard and head tipped back to the roof of the car.

Even though it’s raining, Richie pesters Eddie to pull over next to the WELCOME TO IDAHO sign. It’s bright blue and stands out amongst the plains; tall grass in varying shades of yellow and green that go up to Richie’s knees when he steps out of the passenger door.

“Make it quick,” Eddie shouts over the wind, which has begun to pick up. The grass is up to Eddie’s waist, and he feels as if it’s about to swallow him whole. The dirt underneath his shoes feels wet and loose, very distinctly different from the firm streets of Seattle.

Richie hands Eddie the camera as he steps up to the sign. His wild black hair is blowing in every direction and his glasses are foggy, but Richie slaps on a smile and throws up a peace sign.

A click, a shutter, and a flash, then the whirring of the camera printing the little white slip. Eddie hurries back into the car to let the photo develop as Richie hovers around the sign with the camera that has just been handed to him, ignoring the rain.

The car is still warm when Eddie slips into the driver's seat.

Eddie has always liked cars. He liked the simple intricacies of them. He liked opening up the hood and being able to dig through machinery and wires to find the problem, cutting a wire here, or pressing a button there.

Replacing the part altogether.

He looks up as Richie opens the door and plops back into the seat, wetter than Eddie is. His hair has been slicked back with the rain, and his glasses placed on the top of his head as he holds another slowly developing photo in his hand.

Before Eddie can say anything, Richie is placing a messy kiss right on Eddie’s mouth. He tastes like rainwater and cinnamon gum and a little like the joint that he smoked before they left.

They kiss for a little while, uncomfortable as they stretch over the gap between their seats to focus solely on each other. Eddie likes kissing, he had come to find. Or maybe he just likes Richie.

Once they split and Eddie is pulling back onto the road, Richie grabs Eddie’s photo from the dashboard and holds it up next to the one that Eddie took.

Richie’s picture is still fading into full technicolor, but even faded Eddie can tell what it is. R + E is written in black sharpie on the bright blue sign, cementing that they had been there.

“Cute,” Eddie says, even though he means, permanent.

They pin both of the photos to the felt ceiling of Eddie’s car.

“One state down,” says Richie, reaching around the seats to grab his ukulele from the back.

Only thirteen more until Maine.

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Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

bye washington!! look how enthused spaghetti is instagram.com/p/hg70GG3s...

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

hey @bevmashanscom please take care of our kitties

Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

hey @benhanscomarch please don’t let bev forget to take care of our kitties

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They end their first day in the middle of Montana, two more photos added to the ceiling of the car. This time of Eddie and the sign, and the second of another R + E that Richie has scribbled.

Their only options are hotels that are too expensive or run down motels, where Eddie doesn’t trust the blankets. They find a mostly vacant rest area to park in, the only other sign of life being several trucks across the lot. They brush their teeth in the bathrooms and study the maps that are hanging on the walls. Eddie resists the urge to buy a coffee from the vending machine.

Instead they retreat to the back of the car, where Eddie has removed the back seats and shoved in Richie’s old mattress, covered in all of the pillows and blankets from their apartment. They both take a melatonin, in an effort to be well rested for the drive in the morning, and Richie swallows down the pills that he’s been taking for the last year and a half or so.

“I’m proud of you,” Eddie says as Richie swallows the last of many and crawls under the blankets, close to Eddie, even though there’s still a bit of room on the other side of the makeshift bed. There have been days where they had to fight and yell to get Richie to take his medication. Days where Richie was too sad to get out of bed but didn’t want to close his eyes because there were no Dreams waiting for him.

When Richie doesn’t answer, Eddie pulls Richie closer. Wraps both of his arms around his head and intertwines their legs together. Into Richie’s hair, Eddie’s breath steadies and slows until he is asleep. A minute later, Richie’s tight grip on Eddie’s hips loosen as he follows suit.

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Eddie stirs out of sleep sometime well into the night, only being disturbed by the sound of a car passing by their end of the lot. It takes a moment for him to remember where he is. No Thor at his feet, or busy city sounds outside their window. His pillow feels more like an arm than a pillow.

He tilts his head to the side. It is, in fact, Richie’s arm.

The Hello Kitty watch on Richie’s wrist, which is just barely visible from Eddie’s position on his arm, displays the time as 3:47 AM , which then blinks into 3:48 AM after a moment.

The streetlight nearby streams in through the back widow, and Eddie takes a moment to ponder the idea of curtains for their makeshift home. Then, he rolls back on his side and wraps himself back around Richie, whose eyes remain closed and his breaths stay even.

Richie is casted in an eerie sort of glow from the streetlight, his face soft and open with sleep. The light highlights his freckles and moles, and leaves a shadow across the bump on his nose. Without glasses Richie doesn’t look much like himself, his eyes not magnified and his eyebrows pulled in to a slight frown.

Eddie presses his mouth to the corner of Richie’s mouth, then to his jaw, nose, cheek, eyelids, and stops at the side of his head. The kisses are soft and barely there, just enough to ground Eddie.

He’s not Dreaming, despite the tickle at the back of his neck and the butterflies in his stomach.

Maybe I am, Eddie thinks as he drifts off again. It’s not like I would know.

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It’s a fifteen hour drive from their spot in Montana to their next stop in Wisconsin. Richie poses with the North Dakota sign, pointing at the words that say LEGENDARY and his other hand pointing at himself. The Minnesota sign is big and made out of stone, and busy with tourists, so they get a picture together when an eldery Chinese woman offers to take it for them. Richie holds Eddie up like a bride, and Eddie tosses his head back towards the sun, warm on his face.

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Trashmouth is traveling @richietoziersings

i recorded this little song on my phone while we were driving through wisconsin

enjoy xo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLKPgbcYQ_g

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[VIDEO DESC. - “A TRAVEL SONG - RICHIE TOZIER”

Richie Tozier sits in the passenger seat of a moving car, his ukulele in his hands and a notebook on his lap, Eddie Kaspbrak next to him behind the wheel. Just behind them is their messy little nest, just piles of blankets and pillows on top of each other, as well as their photos pinned to the ceiling. From the way the camera shakes and the rumble of the road causes a slight buzzing sound, it is clear that the phone is precariously balanced on the dashboard.

“You ready?” asks Richie, turning his head towards Eddie.

Eddie responds by turning on his blinker and switching lanes.

Richie turns to the camera and grins, then starts playing his song.]

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I awoke to trees passing by at the speed of 65

It took a while to realize where I had spent the night

Through sunlight squint my eyes, so see you by my side

Just sit back and enjoy the ride

[chorus]

I don’t need a bed,

no I’m not tired yet,

so go full speed ahead

We’ll end up where we get,

and as we bid adieu

to the towns that we’re passing through,

I don’t care where we’re headed to,

I will go anywhere with you.

Looking down as we fly through the night over the Seattle skyline

It all looks different from this height, a city simplified

Every home a tiny light with a family inside

So we wave goodbye to mine

[chorus]

And the bags stay packed for weeks at a time even though I been back

I leave them cause I don’t know when I’ll be taking off again

[chorus]

-- I Will Go Anywhere With You, Richie Tozier

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[Richie and Eddie sneak glances at each other and make funny faces throughout the whole video.

When Richie finishes, Eddie says warmly, “It was okay.”

As Richie reaches forward to stop the recording, he says, “one take baby!”

END OF VIDEO DESC.]

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The sky is scattered with stars as they enter Wisconsin. They’re later than they intended.

“I was hoping to check into a motel tonight,” Eddie groans as he pulls to the side of the road. Richie just claps his hands together.

“I like spending the night in Lucielle.” There’s a thump as Richie removes his feet from the dashboard and pats the dust he left behind from his sneakers lovingly. “Ain’t that right baby?”

Eddie honks the horn, startling Richie. That sends both of them into fits of laughter, the kind where you quickly forget what you were laughing about and instead just hone in on the feeling of being blissfully happy.

It’s Eddie’s turn to pose with the giant wooden “Wisconsin Welcomes You!” sign. In careful, practiced handwriting, Richie writes NO SLEEP/NO DREAMS, R+E.

Eddie looks over his shoulder. “I forget we don’t share them. Sometimes,” he adds quickly.

Richie doesn’t hesitate to pull Eddie into his arms, lifting him up off the ground and spinning him underneath the stars. Into the smooth skin of Eddie’s cheek, Richie says, “life’s a dream with you,” and it only sounds a little bit like a cheesy song lyric.

As they walk back to the car, photos in hand, Richie bumps Eddie’s shoulder lightly with his fist. “Seriously, Spaghetti.”

“What?”

“Imagine if we had the Dreams.”

Eddie stops abruptly and trips over himself, but Richie catches his wrist at the last second. He manages to collect himself, his heart beating fast and the doctor in his brain overanalyzing Richie’s words.

“I don’t know what you mean.” They’ve never really spoken about the Dreams, not so candidly. The absence of the Dreams in Eddie and the gaping, barely scabbed over wound that the Dreams had left in Richie made the topic easy to skirt over.

Richie’s hand is still on Eddie’s wrist. He’s certain that the other man can feel his heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Soulmates was more of an open topic between them. It was easy to slip into their own definition. They’re young, in love, and are soulmates. The Dreams were an entirely different subject.

“I can’t imagine you being able to put up with me while awake and asleep,” Richie says, popping the uncomfortable bubble that had shot up around Eddie.

“You underestimate me.”

“I’m just saying,” Richie begins, finally letting go of Eddie after a calculated squeeze and moving to climb into the back of the car, ready to begin pinning the photos up. “You go to sleep, and bam! I’m there, ready to be just as annoying as I was before you even fell asleep.”

Eddie climbs back into the front seat and gets them back on the highway, keeping an eye out for a rest stop. “You underestimate me, Trashmouth.”

A sneaker is tossed into the front seat, followed by a second one. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if Richie was naked by the time he parked the car.

He nearly was. The car was barely in park before Richie was tugging Eddie through the gap in the seats and pressing his mouth to the first bit of skin he could touch.

“Does Wisconsin make you horny and philosophical?” Eddie asks, the final L becoming more of a whine as Richie works on getting Eddie’s clothes off.

Richie huffs a laugh. “It’s the smell of cheese, really romantic.”

They slip into an easy kiss. The car moves underneath them as Eddie leans over to one of the suitcases that they keep between the seats and the mattress, digging around in one of the pockets until he finds the cloth bag full of lighters, grinders, and a jar of weed.

Richie pumps his fist into the air and pulls Eddie into his lap. “God, you’re my soulmate,” he moans.

Eddie likes the way it sounds coming out of Richie’s mouth.

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Sometimes Eddie wakes up feeling like he’s forgetting something.

He means to ask Richie about it, wonders if he feels the same thing. If he wakes up particularly well rested, and feels the echo of a presence.

Imagine if we had the Dreams, Richie had said.

Eddie can imagine.

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He’s startled, for a moment, when he wakes up in the back of the car and Richie isn’t next to him.

Then, Eddie hears faraway, tinny sounding music. Smells coffee, and maybe weed, but that could be lingering on them from the night before.

Eddie manages to wiggle on some boxers, a t-shirt, and a mismatched pair of socks, all belonging to Richie, then pulls a blanket with him as he exits the car.

Sure enough, Richie sits on the roof of the car, sunglasses over his eyes, joint between his fingers, and music playing from the nearly broken speakers of an old ipod. Eddie actually recognizes the song— Love Today, by MIKA. Richie likes to sing it loudly in their apartment, hitting the falsetto perfectly as he makes fried eggs and pretends that their cats are his adoring fans, watching him dance in his underwear and atrociously patterned shirts.

“Aren’t you cold?” asks Eddie as he climbs up. It’s early morning, a chill still clinging to the air even though the sun is high. He tosses the blanket over both of their shoulders and takes the cup that is passed to him, still full but no longer hot.

“I drive today?” Richie asks instead of a response. It’s more of a statement than a question.

“Sure.” Eddie gives in easily, resting his head against Richie’s shoulder. “We’re just about half way.”

Maine still seems impossibly far away. Yet, Eddie longs for more distance. More states for he and Richie to see, pictures to take, adventures to have.

“Lookit,” Richie says after a moment of digging through his sweatshirt pocket and passing the joint to Eddie. “We’re famous.”

It takes several seconds for Eddie to process what he’s looking at, before he realizes that it’s a twitter feed.

Eddie doesn’t understand twitter, or the internet in general really, but he’s subjected to it enough through Richie, who has a small following through the Seattle music scene.

But on Richie’s phone screen, there are hundreds of posts to scroll through, the top ones garnering thousands of likes and retweets. Most of the tweets mention Richie Tozier, or hot doctor soulmate.

When Eddie looks over at Richie, eyes wide, his sunglasses are pushed up onto his head and his smile is full of teeth. “When I posted that video on youtube, I barely had a thousand followers. This morning, I have nearly three hundred thousand.”

Eddie hits his shoulder. Richie proceeds to fall to his back, cackling and smacking the roof of the car. “Richard Wentworth Tozier!” Eddie shouts, but can’t suppress his grin as he looks down at Richie.

He throws his hands up. “I don’t know how it happened! We’re one hit wonders, Eds.”

Eddie turns back to the phone. There’s a tweet with fifty thousand likes, just a screencap from the video of Richie and Eddie looking at each other captioned, damn! these bitches r gay! good for them!

“This is ridiculous,” Eddie finally says after he feels he’s scrolled enough. “Aren’t I supposed to be the famous one?”

“Listen, Eddie, my love, you may have been listed as one of the top 1,685 physicians in the world as of 2018, but I got us on buzzfeed.”

Richie takes his phone as it’s passed, and looks at it absently. Presumably revelling in his newfound internet fame.

They sit on the roof by themselves for a little while, laughing at tweets or texting their friends. Once they get off the phone with Beverly (who has, thankfully, been looking after Thor and Cathy-Parr in their absence), they retreat back inside their home away from home, and hit the road once more.

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Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

hello , new followers. welcom to my twitter where post about music sometimes and mstly my cats and eddie

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

eds does not have twitter but thanks you all for the nice words. he respectfully asks that you all remember that he is a very sophisticated doctor and that im the only one allowed to call him secxy

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

im mostly just mad that a song i wrote in ten minutes in a video i filmed in five minutes went viral before the vid of me doing stnad up comedy at a middle school talent show did

𝖇𝖊𝖛 @bevmarshanscom

@richietoziersings it’s bc your sexy doctor boyfriend is in this one

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BUZZFEED -- Who Is Richie Tozier, And More Importantly, Who Is His ‘Hot Doctor Soulmate’?

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 reddit.com

r/videos - posted by u/mallerisms

 guy writes and films ‘travel song’ as he and soulmate go on a roadtrip

youtu.be.com/watch?v=YLKPg...

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 reddit.com

r/MadeMeSmile - posted by u/anthill

 Cutest video of a Seattle musician and his soulmate

youtu.be.com/watch?v=YLKPg...

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THE Losers Club >

Stan Uris: I’m framing the Buzzfeed article about Richie and Eddie.

Bev Marsh: Which one?

Bev Marsh: [attatchment]

Bev Marsh: [attatchment]

Bev Marsh: [attatchment]

Bill Denbrough: That’s three too many.

Mike Hanlon: I liked the tweet that said Rich looks like someone threw him into trashcan with a blindfold and askd him to make an outfit

Ben Hanscom: i don’t even know what that means :(

RICHIE<3: mr Trending on Twitter is getting us too lost in illinois to comment

RICHIE<3: just kidding

RICHIE<3: he requests that stanley frame the Trashcan Tweet, and that it would look good in our bathroom

RICHIE<3: this is eddie BTW

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They truly do get lost in Illinois. They don’t get to drive through Chicago, but instead end up at a beach in Michigan after making a detour. Several detours.

Further North than they anticipated, but hey. No time like the present.

Eddie knows they could be in Derry in a day with diligent driving. He’s sure Richie knows this. Still, they pull into the beach parking lot just as the sun begins to set. There aren’t many people around, a couple scattered here and there, or a girl running along the shoreline, a man with his dog.

Richie wastes no time, barely putting the car in park before he’s kicking off his shoes and sticking his toes into the sand. Eddie scrambles for their camera, grabbing it from the mess of blankets and capturing Richie’s moment. He’s in a child-like pose, legs apart and head tipped down, arms held out for balance. His hair is wild with the wind, and the pink sun highlights his freckled face and reflects off his glasses.

Eddie catches up quickly, abandoning his own shoes next to Richie’s.

“No sunsets like these in Seattle, eh?” Richie holds out his hand for Eddie to take. Their fingers slip easily into each other, like puzzle pieces.

From two different puzzles, Eddie thinks, looking at their hands.

“The beaches in Seattle aren’t this clean either,” he notes, eyes moving past their hands to the pristine sand. This makes Richie laugh into Eddie’s palm, which he had pulled to his mouth to kiss. Within a few seconds he’s running off again, just managing to kick his jeans off and toss his shirt with reckless abandon. Into the water he goes, glasses and everything.

He’s underwater for a while, enough time for Eddie to step up close, just dipping his toes into the water. The waves splash against his ankles and leave tingling foam on this skin.

Black hair resurfaces. Water drips down his face and on his glasses, all the way down his neck and chest. He looks like a wet dog as he shakes the moisture from his hair, but even then, Richie straightens and smiles toothily. “Fresh water!” he cries happily, throwing his arms open and letting a particularly large wave hit him in the back.

It’s so stupid and so beautiful that it makes Eddie’s chest stretch and constrict. It’s not long before Eddie is abandoning his own shirt and pants, jumping into the lake after Richie.

The water feels cold, especially as the sun dips further beneath the horizon, but it doesn’t last long as Richie’s hands and arms glide over Eddie’s shoulders. It feels second nature for him to stretch up and press their mouths together.

A strong wave hits Richie’s back and sends both of them toppling under the water. Eddie can hear Richie’s muffled, warbled laughter under the water, pressed close to Eddie’s ear.

“God,” Richie breathes once they’ve resurfaced and he has Eddie propped up against him. “I want to marry you.”

There’s a certain kind of lilt in his tone, something reassuring and familiar. It resonates deep within Eddie, through his heart and his brain and his soul, pulling laughter out of him.

Richie’s mouth connects with Eddie’s shoulder as his arms come around his neck. “I love you,” follows the laughter that still falls out of Eddie. “I fucking love you.”

It feels ridiculous. It’s not a soft or tender moment. It’s hysterical, and feels like them. It doesn’t feel any different than Richie calling him Eddie-Spaghetti, or Eddie chattering over Richie’s minor injuries around the house.

Another wave knocks them over, and further into each other they fall.

=

The sun has long since set on their beach in Michigan once they pull themselves out of the water. It’s freezing out; they all but sprint back to the car. Richie buries himself into one of their heavy quilts, and Eddie drowns in one of Richie’s weird secondhand finds, a sweatshirt that says EAT TWAT, SMOKE POT, SMILE A LOT.

Eddie’s old ipod is cycling through his teenage playlist. Every once in a while, Richie’s arm comes out of its cocoon to slap at Eddie with laughter or disbelief at whatever song comes on. He had a particularly stellar laughing fit during Eddie’s powerful rendition of Waterloo.

Things have quieted down after then after a streak of slower songs. Love Of My Life fades into Come Sail Away as Richie’s head pokes out of his blanket. His hair has dried wilder than usual, thanks to the combination of the freshwater and the quilt. “Eds?”

“Hm?” Eddie doesn’t look up from the styrofoam box of Chinese leftovers that he’s eating out of.

“What do you think of marriage?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’!”

“It means I don’t know! I’ve never really thought about it affecting me.”

The takeout is moved from Eddie’s hands to one of the front seats as Richie comes out of his blanket and throws himself across Eddie, a hand buried in Eddie’s soft beach curls. “I’d take you down to the chapel right now if I could. Or a courtroom, or a picturesque vineyard if my Spaghetti wants something fancy. Hell, we could throw all these miles away and get married by Elvis in Vegas--”

“I know you would,” Eddie huffs.

Richie continues to roll around dramatically. He walks around on his knees, standing as tall as he can before his head starts bumping the ceiling and the photos they have tacked up there already. “We could be the next When Harry Met Sally!”

“Don’t start with this--”

“I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love th--”

Eddie’s tackling Richie before he can continue his monologue, back into their mess of blankets. “You’re ridiculous.”

The Elephant Love Medley from Moulin! Rouge comes on just as Eddie is leaning into Richie. They enter character immediately, laughing as they roll around the bed and sing back and forth as Satine and Christian.

“I don’t care about marriage, really,” Richie says after they’ve stopped singing and have buried themselves underneath their blankets, turned off their lights and music.

Eddie stays silent.

“I’m just, like. Stupid for you. Stupid, stupid.”

Eddie laughs.

“And part of being stupid, stupid in love is doing stupid stuff. Like falling in love with your doctor, and adopting many cats with him, and driving to Maine for him. Doesn’t it blow your mind that we could add anything we want to that? Matching tattoos, getting married, driving off cliffs…”

“First we were Harry and Sally, then we were Satine and Christian, now we’re Thelma and Louise?”

Richie throws out his arms, nearly whacking Eddie in the face. “It’s Richie and Eddie versus the world!”

That doesn’t sound so bad.

=

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

Together awake and whilst we sleep,

Proof my soul is thine to keep.

My heart you hold within your hand;

Your clutch is thee most grand.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

--Christopher Marlowe,

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

=

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

i kno youre all here for my beautifool singing now but uhh haev you herd of eddie… instagram.com/p/jhjUWjkh9...

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

i call this, ‘portrait of a man mid rendition of its all coming back to me now’’” instagram.com/p/uoQQs3s…

=

“But it wouldn't be as awful as a summer in Ohio,” Richie is singing, “Without cable, hot water, Vietnamese food, or you.”

The camera flashes and sputters. Richie hops off the sign, jogging over to Eddie. “How’re we lookin’, babycakes?”

Eddie watches the photo develop, acutely aware of Richie leaning over his shoulder. “Like we have so much to discover,” he says dryly. They’re approaching the end of their road. He’s not quite sure what awaits them there.

Richie scribbles his twitter handle on the bottom of the sign as Eddie walks back to the car with the photo. Two finger guns towards the camera and his tongue sticking out, Richie looks like he belongs on the cover of Alternative Press.

“What’s there to do in Ohio?” asks Eddie, once Richie has pulled the car away from the side of the road.

“Corn fields?” says Richie, after a moment.

“Mm. Sounds like every other state before this.”

“Not everywhere can be as glamorous as Seattle!”

The sound of light tapping fills their silence as Eddie’s knee bounces. Then, “anywhere is better than Maine.”

It’s just about the only topic they’ve been avoiding on their long drive. The reason for the drive. Why they’re not flying, why Richie is accompanying Eddie as he essentially walks into the gates of hell.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Richie promises. His hand settles on Eddie’s knee, steadying it.

“There’s still time for you to run for the hills,” Eddie says as his head tips to the side, looking at Richie as he drives. “Abandon me and my issues, run away with some Ohio harlot.”

“I’ll stick with my Maine harlot, thank you very much.”

Eddie tosses a hand over his chest. “You speak so highly of me.”

In lieu of an answer, Richie continues his singing from before. “I'll get on my knees, and pray I can state in my next bio: ‘I'm never gonna go back to Ohio!’”

Cornfields and trees pass them by, reminding Eddie of how far away from Seattle they are. It’s quiet, and homey. Makes Eddie want to settle down in some suburb, with Richie and their cats. A grand piano, and a library stacked with books. A mailbox with their names on it.

When did Ohio get so romantic? Eddie wonders.

=

Richie keeps driving through Pennsylvania and New York, stopping at an empty park where they can see the New York City skyline. They sit on the roof of the car, a box of classic NYC pizza between them.

It takes some convincing to get Eddie to take a picture with Richie, as opposed to Richie’s favored technique of candid and picturesque shots of him. The glittering buildings behind them, Richie’s arm around Eddie’s shoulder and mouth pressed to his cheek, Eddie thinks they look perfect.

=

Trashmouth is traveling (and FaMoUs?!?) @richietoziersings

final stop before the final stop instagram.com/p/jfj3dWs…

a rare ncie photo of both of us!!

=

Eddie curls up in their blankets through most of Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire. He even sleeps, a little, focusing instead on the familiar nothingness in his dreams than on what awaits them in Maine. Richie wakes him up to continue their tradition of stopping at the signs, but otherwise, Richie stays behind the wheel while Eddie mopes in the back.

Every once in a while, Richie’s hand reaches back. Fingers against Eddie’s palm, or hand in his hair. It’s comforting, reassuring.

Distracting.

=

He wakes with a jolt when Richie shakes his shoulder.

“I need your guidance, Eds.”

Blinking away the sleep and feeling of deja vu, Eddie sits up. Richie’s still driving, and the sky outside is a tired sort of blue, like the sun is about to set.

“Where are we?”

“Maine.”

It takes a second for Eddie to process that information. They didn’t stop at the sign. “Oh,” he says. It feels like all he can say.

“You think you can tell me where I’m going.”

“Right,” falls out of Eddie’s mouth. He crawls between the seats into the passenger side, trying to get a gather of where they are exactly in Maine. Are they close to Derry? A long ways away? Eddie feels slightly disoriented.

Richie is the most wonderful person he’s ever known, Eddie thinks. He knows exactly how to distract him, keeps him grounded in reality while still edging him towards the painful truth. “You’ll have to get on a highway, I can guide us from there.”

The rest of the drive feels like their longest stretch yet. Eddie’s nervous, biting his nails and bouncing his knees. Richie seems apprehensive, on edge, like he’s ready to reach out and grab Eddie in case he decides to jump out of the moving car.

Eddie’s breath noticeably hitches as the DERRY WELCOMES YOU sign comes into view.

Richie grabs his hand, because he’s a saint.

They’ve been to Maine together once before, way back when. Eddie was just a bit annoyed, a bit inconvenienced with that trip. He didn’t like missing work just to visit his mother in his shitty hometown. Now, even after this long trek, Eddie still doesn’t feel ready.

They take their time driving through Derry, per Eddie’s request, even if Richie has already seen the important parts. They drive by the middle and high schools, then down Main Street and by the Paul Bunyon statue. Richie says it’s creepy.

Finally, Richie pulls onto the street. There’s the Kaspbrak home at the end of the street, white and a bit rundown with age, yet still exactly the same.

“I’m not ready,” he admits.

“We can turn around. Head right back to Seattle.” Richie sniffs awkwardly as he parks. “Or head south. Make our mark in Florida, or something.”

Eddie scoffs, wiping at his wet face. “I think the ghost of Sonia Kaspbrak would come down and smite me if we moved to Florida. She’d be afraid of me getting the West Nile virus, or something.”

Richie’s face is pulled in an unpleasant frown at Eddie’s words. He leans across the seats, pressing his mouth simply to the side of Eddie’s mouth, then slipping their lips to fit together. Once he pulls back, he says, “alright, Texas then.”

A laugh stumbles out of Eddie. Richie wipes at his wet cheeks, and presses a final kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “Come on,” he says quietly. “You can do it.”

The way he says it makes Eddie feel like he can.

Out of the car they go, stretching their legs and pressing close to each other. It feels odd, to be open and affectionate in his front yard. In Derry, even. The steps creak with each step, just as they always have done, and the windows on the front porch are covered in curtains, as if nothing has changed. Nothing really has, Eddie supposes.

Richie hovers slightly behind him as Eddie finds the spare key in the window sill. As he goes to put the key into the hole, Richie says, “I love you.”

It’s enough. The key slips into the slot, the door clicks, and opens.

=

“I won’t give up on you; even if I have to knock all the doors around the world to find you.”

--M.F. Moonzajer

[hunterartemis]

La Femme en Chemise Soie: A Sherlock Fanfiction-Oneshot.

Words: 3672

Theme: Libera Me , From Interview with a Vampire: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6aPxaCpP

Summery: Sherlock comes across a piece of clothing which shall lead him to something he learned not to believe.

Warning: Suicide, horror, general creepiness

“John what can you deduce from this--“ Sherlock threw a piece of black satin camisole at John’s face.

It was raining outside in Westminster city as it does most of the time in this part of the month. John just walked in after stepping out of his raincoat that he got along with his army uniform. Before he could sit down for the warm comfort near the fireplace after a tiring day of piles, blisters, and vaginal warts, a piece of fabric hit him square across his face. Before it could glide off, John gathered the small thing in his fists and held it at a distant to examine it first.

“That you are finally getting laid like a normal human being“ Watson shook the fabric in the air and suddenly the true form of the fabric unraveled in front of his eyes. “My God, it’s true isn’t it?“ John looked at Holmes with an affirmative look. Upon his finger dangled a black silk chemise by its spaghetti strap. Even in the dark lighting of the room, it gleamed with its dark pearlescent sheen. 

“Never form a theory before judging the facts, Watson. One must form a theory to suit the facts, not the other way around--“ Sherlock sprung upon his feet, his blue dressing gown swaying behind him “now Doctor, let’s see how much of a deduction power you have acquired to this date.“ His blue eyes twinkled upon John.

“C’mon Sherlock, this is childish.“ John Watson tossed the chemise at his friend, “you saw me out a few days, you’re bored without a case and you found someone to sleep with you and now you are being a diva about it--grow up“ John slumped oh his chair angrily. Sherlock on the other hand silently smirked towards him, a smirk specially reserved for someone who is entirely wrong and adamantly establishes the wrong facts as truth.

“Wrong dear Doctor, not once but on three accounts. First, if I slept with a woman I found attractive but difficult to court, I would fling her knickers up in the air, like a trophy if you will. If I found the woman attractive and was attached to her, her brassieres or top would be in my possessions, and I would lock it up safely in my bedroom, hidden, like a treasure if you will. And last but not least, I found this in my bedroom, on my bed, after I woke up. The doors and windows were closed as usual and I was fully clothed in my nightwear and didn’t move an inch from my designated sleeping position--so tell me now doctor, what can you deduce from this?”

John looked at Sherlock with a surprised eye. It took him some moments to adjust to the facts he was given by the faster than a common speech by Sherlock. Sherlock smirked again and tossed the chemise towards John. He was more careful and delicate this time as he slipped his finger at the underlining of the think silk chemise, fondling it between his fingers.

“It’s good silk...“ he commented, without tearing his eyes from the cloth, “well maintained and-- clean.“ He briefly sniffed it, “by the style and the size, it seems to be of a young woman's... “ Watson lifted his face and shrugged casually, “nothing in particular...“ and suddenly, as if realising he was doing something improper, he dropped the chemise in his lap, “look, I am really out of my depths here--and besides, why am I deducing the owner of this, like a bloody pervert--“

“because you have more experience with women, isn’t that obvious?“ Sherlock remarked with an annoyed expression and then he stooped to pick up the piece of clothing, “as you refuse to do it, let me demonstrate--“ he shook the chemise like a piece of a napkin before tucking it into the neck and swiped it in front of his nose, to sample its odour. “Hmm... a young woman with simple but impeccable taste, no less than 28, tall with a short torso and long legs, very attached to the few clothes she wears, insecure about her endowments, single, introverted and has red hair, “ Sherlock said with a self-satisfied smile.

“I hate when you flex on me Sherlock, you cannot possibly tell that much from a piece of undergarment-- it’s just impossible,” John said exasperatedly as he cocked his legs on Sherlock’s table, an act he seldom does.

“Ah, Doctor... how many times shall I tell you to observe...” Sherlock turned a little on his heels in an exasperated motion. His gritted teeth bared in frustration as if something is at the tip of John’s nose and he can’t see it, “reverse the top, it says La Perle, it is not a commonly worn brand of lingerie--”

“and I am sure you have plenty of experience with that--” John added sarcastically.

“Alas, I don’t get enough credit for my range of knowledge...anyhow, a brand that expensive and design this simple as a cut-piece of black satin it means the woman is of Impeccable taste. And look near the hem Watson, it is slightly distressed at the sides, why? because it is regularly tucked inside the bottom other than that the chemise may show under the hem of the top she is wearing, hence short torso. The gap--“ Sherlock held out the chemise by its thin straps and examined it very carefully “is impeccably wide... this indicates large shoulders, hence she is tall--“

“--Or she is an athlete, like a swimmer or a weightlifter--“ Watson suggested obliquely.

“Don’t be absurd, a bodybuilder or a swimmer won’t spend their money on something that will be destroyed with sweat and abrasion--this is a cloth of a delicate fashion-conscious woman. The overall structure of the fabric is relatively well kept, but the label suggests it is at least three years old, so I am guessing someone who is at their late twenties--that’s the time when you skip the frill and ribbons“ Sherlock indicated with a wave of the hand, and then stepped into the light holding the chemise against it, “and therefore my conclusion is that someone who wears a capsule wardrobe--treasuring a few but quality items of clothes....a classic sign of an introvert.“

“Not all introvert wears muted colours--“ Watson interjected.

“Oh don’t be daft, all introverts wear neutral colours, they don’t want unintentional attention amongst the stranger--and that brings us to the next objective, her current relationship status. As an introvert, she wants to make a connection but never goes as too bold, not in action and definitely not in her lingerie. She recently had a breakup and therefore she is trying to form another connection and she trying to feel sexy again. What is the best way?“ Sherlock paused for a dramatic effect but his friend decided to veer to a very different side.

“And what about her...“

“her what...?“

“You know...“ Watson made a curved hand gesture in front of him, refolding his cocked legs from the table to underneath him, as he straightened up.

“What?“

“Her endowments?“ John spat the words and instantly reddened around the ears.

“Ah..” Sherlock exclaimed like nothing has happened, but suddenly his blue eyes twinkled with mischief, “you are getting curious where you need to--”

“Sherlock, I swear to god--” John exasperated.

“Anyhow... you see how wide the shoulders are John?” He almost flailed the clothing on John’s face, and threw it in his lap for him to examine “with shoulder this tall and torso that short, the inclination at the bosom has barely any stretch, so it definitely means--”

“You just read the size label didn’t you, you sod?” John reversed the chemise and held it up for Sherlock to see. “That’s it, I am going to sleep--enjoy your perverted fantasies...“ he threw the chemise at his face and walked away.

The last thing Sherlock heard from John that night was the slam of the door of his room.

...

For the next few mornings, Sherlock spent an ungodly amount of time near the window of his flat. His natural deductive mind told him that the unknown owner of the Chemise will loiter around here--somewhere, at the corner of his mind told him that it was left intentionally because the Chemise was clean--

too much clean.

But fate was with him as it seemed. For, two-three days he could see a woman loitering around Baker Street, awfully close to his flat. He couldn’t see her face very clearly to make out her features, but from the distance, she fitted the description he made about the owner of the Chemise. 

Tall, red hair, dark clothes, long legs.

she indeed has some broad shoulder. Sherlock could see that from upstairs, the top of her head, from where at the very fleshy dot, the red hair cascaded at the sides upon her shoulders, and even then, Sherlock could see her sliding top, which was adjusted to cover her flesh-colored bra strap. However, her ways seemed peculiar, strange almost--the way she walked or moved in general--a strange anxiousness stuck like fly in the ointment in Sherlock’s mind.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was keeping an eye on her.

A blond bespeckled woman rushed towards her after gaining an opportunity by saying “excuse me” to her. After a little, rather stiff and uncomfortable conversation, the red-haired woman darted her head upwards. She was directly looking at Sherlock.

The eyes looked pickle-green and glowed with a feline grace--Scottish?

As if within a blink of an eye, that woman vanished out of Sherlock’s side. His keen eyes veered throughout the length of the street but no girl or woman that looked like that could be seen. Sherlock swiftly thumped downstairs and had a run throughout the block but in vain.

...

That night Sherlock could not sleep well. He tossed and turned about his bed, the air hung above him like a thick canopy, asphyxiating him with an invisible hand. He laid on his back, eyes fixated on the ceiling, bored and tired. He felt as tedious as one feels in a long winding line... like that case in Pope’s Court... what was the name Watson wrote in his blog? Ah yes, the ‘Red Headed League’... romantic that man! what metaphor: “as if the entire Pope’s Court was filled with orange--”

His sudden train of thought was interrupted with the creaking sound of his door. Strange, how could a closed-door creak? It would have been the first thought of his deducive mind, but alas. Today his mind was asleep with himself. Sherlock had to step out from his tousled bed to shut down the creaky door.

slam

The creaky door, whose handle was almost near Sherlock’s grip, slammed itself shut with an ear-shattering slam--on its own.

Sherlock hadn’t yet been nervous. His steel-like nerves were too well trained for something a little startling as this one. Instead, he tried the doorknob, and when it failed, he tried to slam it down, but apparently, no force in the world could open the rusty door that was creaking miserably a few moments ago. When he finally gave out of exhaustion and perspiration, he sunk in his floor. the leather belt of his wristwatch felt against his temple. 

Time was exactly 3 in the morning. Not a second more, not a second less.

Another strange matter crossed in his mind, How come John or Mrs. Hudosn did not come slamming towards his room after all the banging and thundering he had done. And why everything was so awfully quiet... It’s  London for God’s sake, no matter what’s the time, there’s always traffic, and at this hour--slurs of drunkards, hustles of all-nighter food-stalls, late-night cabbies... what happened to the creatures of the night--

The train of his thought halted stop abruptly because there was something else that occupied his mind. the window that was closed securely up until now, slammed open with a gust of wind that roared and stormed in like a cold easterly. Even in a hot night like this, the wind froze the atmosphere around Sherlock to a point that he had to reach for his dressing gown. 

No, Sherlock knew he wasn’t under the influence, he was completely sober and normal. However, he wished that he were, because if he were high then he would have consolation for not be able to understand why the other window beside this ones were completely still and closed like nothing has ever happened to it.

His revolver was under the dresser of the nightstand. He cautiously reached for it to pull it out. Gently and very cautiously he walked towards the window--nothing was making sense anymore, because if it were then it would have been the last thing he would have done. The faint streetlight shined dimly with a strange yellow hue, almost as if they were gaslights. A buzzing sound rung in his ears as he wondered at the strange atmosphere of the night. The air was stuffy, very still--but it felt like it was the end of November. There was not a single living creature that walked the street anymore.

Except her.

No, it wasn’t a mistake--a tall red-headed woman was standing still on the other side of the road, looking at Sherlock with piercing feline eyes. There was no spasm in her silhouette, nor did she blink. In the entire wide Baker Street, there were only two creatures--him and the woman. The darkness at her back seemed denser and colder to Sherlock’s eyes, he tried very hard to speak up, but in vain. He felt his voice has been sucked out of his body by some invisible hand. 

His prized mind was paralysed, and the only thing he could do was to climb down his bedroom window--he felt he couldn’t lose her sight--the only thing his mind was registering in the fragility of the moment. Not a blink shall be spared, not even a breath. He looked at her as if she would vanish into the thin air.

The moment he descended into the street, his senses started to come back. He cautiously approached towards her. As the distance shortened he could see her face more clearly. She looked sallow and her feline eyes dug deep into the purplish shadow; she looked like she hadn’t seen Sun in days and hadn’t slept for weeks.

“Who are you...?“ Sherlock asked, with his hand extended towards the woman, but instead of answering, she looked at her right.

“What is there in--”

At first, Sherlock couldn’t understand what was going on, because how can a person of flesh and blood disappear within a few seconds. But it soon vanished from his head, because he clearly remembers she looked left--what was in the left side of the street.

Like a fly towards the flame, Sherlock’s mind led him towards the hauntedly empty Baker street, with a bubbling agitation in his heart that he felt seldomly. A sense of danger and melancholy plagued him like a nightmare. 

The crossroad where Baker street and Park road meets, Sherlock saw her standing under a streetlight. The bustling Park road stool still and empty like a wasteland, as if there were no single living soul in the city of London. The streetlight on top of her head accentuated the high points of her face in a gaunt manner, she looked almost bloodless, and the shadow on her neck looked like a thin choker-like reddish line.

“Who are you...?“ Sherlock asked, this time a little more compassionately, “what do you want from me?“

There was no answer from her. The thin lips quivered under the streetlight as if she wanted to say something but no answer came. Empathy was not the strongest suit of Sherlock, but there was something about this mute woman that evoked pity in his heart--he approached slowly and cautiously this time, trying not to aggravate her, “look, if you don’t tell me what do you want from me, I cannot help you....”

She stood still, like a lifeless statue, as if she couldn’t help but do so. He approached her quietly, almost uncharacteristically he placed his palm on the girl’s cold cheeks.

“Tell me, why are you following me...“ Sherlock said softly, “If you can’t speak, sign me, I can read--if you are in danger, I will sort it out.“

Again, she did nothing. She turned her head slowly towards her back.

“Did something happen there?“ Sherlock asked her gently, he was quiet surprised himself, if it were any other client, he would have ditched it--but somehow he couldn’t ditch this girl. He had ‘oh-I-am-so-helpless’ cases and client, but this case somewhat was pulling his heartstring for some reason, his mind resonated with an old suppressed feeling which he censored as stupid.

“Did something happen there?” he asked again. She nodded softly.

“Where? Upon this road?” Sherlock’s eyes veered towards the road, and suddenly his hand felt like it was grabbing air, and suddenly he remembered that afternoon five years ago.

“Please help me... someone’s going to kill me.” A frantic woman grabbed Holmes’ lapel and shook it helplessly. Holmes was irritated as he would have been if someone breached his personal space. He let go off her rather rudely, and stood on the side of the window.

“Boring... boring!” he mused, “you are a ex-schizofrenic with zero sense of personal space, go see a doctor and stop boring me.”

“No... no..” she shook her red hair violently, “I am not hallucinating, I swear—it follows me day and night, and sometimes I have troubled sleeping because I feel someone is always in my room--”

Now Holmes already had lost it, “this proves that you are in dire need of psychiatric help” he almost pushed the woman towards the door, “good day--”

Suddenly the woman’s expression changed from the previous helplessness to a distinctly threatening calmness. She looked straight into Holmes’s eyes, and as she stood at the dark background of the old landing, her paleness stood out gauntly and the purple shadow on her eyes looked grotesque as she threatened Holmes with a cold voice

“If I die Mr. Holmes, it would be on you.”

Sherlock would have forgotten about his nearly nutter client if Lestrade didn’t storm in with another murder case next day. And out of all the blessedly sacrifical people in London, Lestrade found Sherlock the body of a dead woman found floating in her chemise and knickers near Regent’s Park. He even followed him to St. Bart’s where she was under Molly Hooper’s examination... yes, it was her no doubt. That same red hair, the round face, the wide eye socket casketing two brilliant feline eyes.

“– her lungs were full of water and the CCTV footage told that she had jumped from the bridge near the Atrium Apartment on Park Road–“ Molly concluded, “apparantly a suicide but there was no note.”

“So I suggest leave the case alone, I am sure Scotland yard is more than capable of handling it”

He had shut that memory for good. Deep down in his mind he blamed himself for the girl’s death. She was so desperate and he turned her down. He could never be like Mycroft, stone cold and guilt free.

But why it was happening now

A strange chill paralyzed him like a naked man in a cold night.

So does that mean, his client is seeking revenge even after her death?

“If I die Mr. Holmes, it would be on you.”

Was she trying to... harm him?

 Suddenly he knew, he shouldn’t be in here. He knew that if he ever deared him life, he shouldn’t be here. Because his subconscious told him he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see, he saw something that a living being should not be able to see. Whatever motor reflexes were left in his body, he concentrated on them and started to run, run like hell, into the ever bustling Baker Street that didn’t exist moment ago. The last thing Sherlock remembered a flash of white headlights and a rib shattering pain as he crashed off a cab onto the street.

It would have been fatal if Speedy didn’t see him.

Sherlock knows that no one will ever believe what truly happened that night. Watson and Molly believed he fell off  his bedroom window, and he will let them believe. He kept his mouth shut as the Orthopaedics and psychiatrists came to evaluated him.

Sometimes, when the night is too quite, Sherlock lies awake in his bed, wondering about the woman in the silk chemise. Sometimes in a crowded street he sees a flicker of that distinct red hair or a pair of twinkling feline eyes with dark circle. Of course he will never tell that to anyone, and not even admit it himself. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t think of herself at least once. If the street is deserted and the lights are dim, he would wonder off to the canal near the Atrium building to scream his heart out—

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”

No one ever answers.

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La Femme en Chemise Soie: The Girl in the Silk Chemise

I often saw in Writing Prompts, ‘bring your character out of their depth’, although Sherlock is not ‘my’ characters, but I thought I would introduce him with a bit of paranormal stuff.

I was watching Perfume the other day and I remembered watching Benedict’s version of Hamlet for my class. So I had an idea, what if I could cross Hamlet’s guilt of killing Ophelia with Sherlock’s disbelief and boredom. What if Ophelia could haunt Hamlet? I had to keep the paranormal under the radar because it’s Sherlock we are talking about... it could be a ghost, could be a hallucination. Upon the interpretation.

[awkwardedgygirl]

Voices

HAPPY VELENTINE’S DAY!!!!!!! Ok so last year for v day I wrote a miraculous ladybug fic but this year I love Voltron. It is cute and I love it. They here each other’s thoughts and I wanted Keith to be the excited one. anyway there is cussing and some self esteem issues so be careful. Enjoy!

Keith always liked the idea of soulmates. He has never had anything constant in his life but always found comfort in knowing that there was someone out there he was destined to be with.  He knew that he would not meet his soulmate until the universe decided that they were ready and he didn’t know how exactly they would connect. But nevertheless on the night of his eighteenth birthday he tossed and turned all night waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did. This taught him that his soulmate was younger then he was but he did not lose hope. Then one night, July 28th to be exact, it happened.

He was sleeping peacefully when all the sudden he was woken up by singing. Not just any singing but someone singing happy birthday. Keith sits up and looks around his room but nobody is there. He then realises it is in his head. Why was happy birthday playing in his head at midnight?

Wait.

Is this his soulmate singing? Is this his connection? Songs?

Keith quickly tries to think of a song, but he can’t think of one. The singing in his head has ended and he feels the presences leave. He missed his chance, he missed his chance at meeting his soulmate and he doesn’t know what to do. He gets out of bed and paces around his small studio apartment freaking out about his missed chance. After a good hour of pacing he sits on the couch and ends up falling asleep in the most uncomfortable of positions.

He wakes up to his phone blaring from the other side of the wall and gets up to shut it off. He remembers the night before and decides he needs to go to the gym to clear his head. He puts on his workout clothes and gets on his motorcycle and heads over there.

Once there he gets on the treadmill and puts in his headphones Welcome to the Black Parade begins to play.

When I was a young boy.

Huh, Keith thinks, that is a new voice.

To see a marching band,

“He’s back!” Keith says out loud scaring the guy next to him.

“Ugh I wish” the voice in his head says.

It is a man’s voice! His soulmate is a guy! He was really hoping it was.

“Umm hello?” Keith thinks.

Silence.

Then a very faint, “Hello.”

Keith smiles, “Oh my god yes you can hear me!”

“Well duh you are in my head.”

Keith laughs, “No I am not in your head, well I mean I guess I am but I am real too!”

“And why should I believe that? How do I know I am not just going crazy?” The voice sounded skeptical.

“No I am real,” Keith promised, “I am at the gym right know and I was listening to Welcome to the Black Parade which is why you were singing it. I heard you sing happy birthday to yourself last night. Happy birthday by the way”

“Thanks.” The voice mumbles.

“I promise you I am real.” Keith pleads.

He feels a sigh in head, “Ok so what is this then?”

Keith’s heart beats faster, “I think this is our soulmate connection.”

After what felt like a century for Keith he hears a very faint, “You don’t want me.”

Keith panics, “No I do I promise.”

“No guy trust me if you met me you would not want me. I’m sorry you got such a shit soulmate. I have to go now. Good bye.”

“No wait!” Keith says out loud adding to the strange looks he was already getting. But he does not care. The voice in his head is gone and he is not sure if he will ever hear it again.

The rest of Keith’s day is a blur. He can’t tell you what he did or what he saw he spent the whole day in his head hoping to hear that voice again. But he never did. It stayed silent. It was a week until he heard another song. It was very faint and in a language he did not recognize, but it was beautiful. He laid in bed listening to a beautiful voice speaking what he now realises is Spanish. The song ends and he knows he has to say something,

“That was beautiful.” He thinks.

“..Thanks.”

Keith wants to keep the conversation going, “So do you speak Spanish?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Keith wants to say more but does not want to scare him away again.

Eventually the voice talks, “My family is from Cuba, we came to America when I was young.”

Keith’s heart feels warm, “Wow that is really cool do you like living here?”

Keith feels the shrug, “Yeah it’s alright I miss the beach though.”

“You don’t live near a beach? Keith asks.

“Ha.” The voice says, “Not even close.”

“Oh,” Keith says, “sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“I live in the desert.” Keith says hoping to keep the conversation going.

“Cool.”

Pause.

“Do.. Do you like it?”

Keith shrugs, “Yeah I moved around a lot and the desert is definitely my favorite place.”

“Cool cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Well umm I should get to bed but it was great talking to you?”

Keith smiles, “Yeah you too.”

Keith gets to talk to the voice at least once a week now. He is able to ask him a few questions without scaring him off. Like his favorite color and hobby and simple things like that. He can’t ask anything to big or he might leave again.

It is a month later when at three in the morning he is woken up by the voice.

“You are a failure.”

“No one likes you.”

“You disappoint everybody.”

“He does not want you.”

Those same thoughts fly around his head over and over. Keith jumps out of bed, “Wait what is happening?” Keith thinks.

But the voice only continue getting louder and louder until Keith is on his floor crying.

“He does not want you.”

“No!” Keith says out loud, “That is not true. None of this is true. Don’t listen to it please.”

The voices stop.

“Did I wake you? Oh god I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you.”

Keith takes a deep breath, “No it is ok don’t worry.”

“No it is three in the morning and I woke you up I am so sorry.”

“Hey.” Keith says out loud, “Don’t worry about me tell me what is wrong.”

“I just have these thoughts sometimes but don’t worry.”

“You are my soulmate of course I will worry.”

“I already told you. You don’t want me.”

“Well that is for me to decided isn’t it?”

No response.

“Look,” Keith sighs, “my life has not always been easy and it seems like yours hasn’t been either. I always found comfort in knowing I had a soulmate and I want you to feel that comfort too. I don’t care if you just want to be platonic soulmates or you never want to meet. Just know that I will always be here for you.”

“Ok.”

Keith sighs in relief, “Are you ok now? Do you want to talk about it?”

“No I am ok, Go back to sleep. Thank you.”

Keith smiles, “Anytime.”

The next morning Keith is woken up by Hollaback Girl playing in his head.

Keith groans, “Really?”

The singing stops, “Sorry.”

Keith groans again, “No it is fine,” Keith yawns, “Go on.”

Keith hears an exasperated sigh, “Well I can’t now.”

“Why not I hear you sing all the time.”

“Yeah but this is different I am.. Showering.”

“So?”

“So? SO?” Excuse you sir but I am naked.”

“Ummm I can’t see you?” Keith is confused.

“Yeah but I can hear you and it is weird.”

“Ok? Well what do you want me to do about it? You were the one singing?”

“Ugh just listen to something else!”

“Ok ok!” Keith gets up and grabs his headphones and Fall Out Boy begins playing.

“Better?”

“Yes thank you.”

After five minutes he speaks again, “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Keith responds.

“Okay ummm cool.”

Keith chuckles, “Yeah.”

Keith feels a deep breath, “My name is Lance by the way.”

Keith’s heart beats faster but he tries to at least sound cool, “Mine is Keith.”

“Huh. I like that name.”

“I like yours too.”

“I have to go but I will talk you later Keith?”

Keith smiles, “Yeah bye Lance.”

Keith and Lance continue to talk for months. They learn everything about each other. Lance learns about Keith’s parents and Keith learns about Lance’s self esteem issues.

It is one night in January around eleven that Lance speaks, “Hey Keith? You awake?”

Keith puts down the phone he was scrolling through, “Yeah?”

“Would you ummm,” a pause, “would you want to video chat?”

Keith jumps up out of bed, “Holy shit yes!”

Keith hears laughter in his head, “Okay cool me too.”

Each one gets their computers and add each other on skype. Keith hits the button to call Lance and his heart is beating out of his chest. Lance picks up and Keith sees Lance for the first time.”

“He’s beautiful.” Keith thinks.

Lance laughs, it is a beautiful laugh, “Well thank you, you are not so bad looking yourself.”

Keith’s face reddens, “Oh god you heard that?”

“Fraid so.”

“Ughh” Keith groans, “this is going great for me.”

Lance smiles, “I agree.”

“So not to be the one to like kick a gift horse in the mouth or whatever but why did you decide to video chat?” Keith asks.

“Honestly?” Lance thinks, “I wanted to know if you were as hot as your voice sounded.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, “And? Final verdict?”

Lance places his fingers on his chin rubbing an imaginary beard, “So far all signs point to yes.”

Keith laughs, “I appreciate that.”

Keith and Lance video chat every night after that for the next month. Most nights they even fall asleep with it still on and Keith gets to wake up to see a sleeping Lance and it fills his heart with joy.

But he does not wish for more, yeah he would like more one day but he will never pressure Lance to do anything he does not feel ready for.

It is a normal Thursday when Keith wakes up to his skype call being disconnected. He is kinda bummed about it but he thinks to Lance to have a good day. He goes to the gym and work and has a really good day. As he is walking home he begins noticing all the flowers. He pulls pulls his phone to check the date and groans.

How could I forget Valentine’s Day?

“I didn’t.”

And that is all Keith hears. He decides the best course of action is to rush home and do some online shopping for something for Lance. He is moving so quickly he almost doesn't notice that his front door is open

Keith walks in slowly ready for whatever might happen. What he does not expected though is someone sitting on his couch playing video games and he looks to have about three pizza boxes along with some smaller boxes.

“Umm,” Keith looks around, “Can I help you?”

The game pause and the mystery man stands up to reveil,

“Lance!” Keith runs and engulfs him in a hug and Lance hugs back.”

“Oh my god what are you here?”

Can’t breathe,” Lance says

“Oh sorry,” Keith let go and put him back on the ground, “What are you doing here? How did you get here and better yet how did you get into my house?

“Oh umm” Lance scratches the back of is head, “I want to surprise you and I have this friend who is really good at finding out information and umm I broke in”

Keith laughs, “It doesn’t matter I am so happy you are here.”

Lance hugs him back, “Yeah me too.”